Текст песни Reminiscing - A Boogie wit da Hoodie , Kodak Black
Off
the
head,
shit,
you
know
what
I'm
saying
Blee,
brr,
off
the
dome,
man,
I'm
in,
ayy
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hours
locked
down,
ain't
shit
to
do
a
thing
I
remember
like
it
was
yesterday,
was
drinkin'
out
the
sink
I'm
sittin'
back
plottin',
I'm
just
sittin'
back
vibin'
A
nigga
can't
complain,
I
had
to
use
my
time
wisely
I'm
sleepin'
in
a
dorm,
but
they
ain't
send
me
off
to
college
I
still
got
money
buried
from
that
lick
I
hit
in
Raleigh
I'm
book-smart
but
the
streets
gave
me
all
my
knowledge
So
there
ain't
nun'
for
you
when
you
comin'
out
the
projects
So
there
ain't
nun'
for
you
when
you
comin'
out
the
slum
A
mouth
full
of
gold
teeth,
they
think
a
nigga
dumb
I
got
a
handful
of
dreads,
think
a
nigga
illiterate
But
I
know
when
I
go
to
talk,
a
nigga'll
reconsider
it
I
know
you
niggas
just
tryna
benefit
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
you
a
little
bit
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
you
at
all
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
you
at
all
I
was
sellin'
weed
in
middle
school,
just
meet
me
in
the
halls
Right
now
I'm
goin'
in,
but
I
was
just
behind
the
wall
This
jail
got
me
thinkin',
I
feel
like
everybody
flawed
I
got
too
much
to
lose,
but
I'll
still
go
at
a
nigga
jaw
I'm
down
for
the
count,
I'm
never
down
for
the
cause
I
made
a
million
dollars
off
of
shows
and
goin'
hard
I
love
money,
I
can't
go
back
to
the
bottom
'cause
I
Hate
it
at
the
bottom,
try
to
stop
thinking
about
it
But,
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
Fuck
your
problems,
it's
too
late
to
tell
me
sorry
I
pulled
up
in
a
'rari,
it
don't
come
with
no
apologies
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
[
I
remember
everythin',
I
done
been
through
everythin'
I
remember
who
shitted
on
me,
or
who
been
in
the
paint
Like
Ray
J,
got
a
bitch
from
the
Bronx
givin'
me
brain
Like
Ray
J,
I
done
walked
through
the
motherfuckin'
rain
Right
now
I
done
got
too
far
to
give
a
motherfucker
a
feature
I'm
the
freshest
man
in
high
school,
but
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
senior
Lil'
shawty
want
to
kick
it,
I
told
her
I
don't
play
FIFA
I
jumped
up
out
the
Beamer,
now
I'm
slidin'
in
the
regal
That
pussy
so
tight
but
I
be
tryna
go
deeper
If
she
can
make
moolah,
she
a
motherfuckin'
keeper
Reminiscin'
about
my
niggas,
reminiscin'
about
my
homies
I'm
thinkin'
'bout
my
niggas,
I'm
thinkin'
'bout
my
whoadies
I
don't
fuck
with
Fooly
no
more
but
I
still
fuck
with
Cody
Got
a
booger
in
my
nose,
A
Boogie
on
the
chorus
A
young
nigga,
I
jumped
off
the
porch,
run
Forrest
I'll
lose
it
about
that
money,
I'll
go
dumb
for
it
I'm
workin'
like
a
Mexican,
fuck
around
and
get
deported
I
bought
my
mama
a
crib,
thirty
clip
in
my
forty
She
said
that
my
baby,
I
told
that
bih
let's
go
to
Maury
Lame
niggas
get
extorted,
if
it
ain't
foreign
then
it's
borin'
I
love
money,
I
can't
go
back
to
the
bottom
'cause
I
Hate
it
at
the
bottom,
try
to
stop
thinking
about
it
But,
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
Fuck
your
problem,
it's
too
late
to
tell
me
sorry
I
pulled
up
in
a
'Rari,
it
don't
come
with
no
apologies
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
Reminiscing,
yeah
I'm
reminiscing,
yeah
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