Wiz Khalifa – Remember You (feat. The Weeknd) Lyrics

Remember You

Wiz Khalifa (feat. The Weeknd)

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"Remember You." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. The Weeknd)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 03:17 pm

Album: O.N.I.F.C. (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 16

Babe
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up
Like I've been holdin' back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night
Inside of you
Oh, baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hot, and my cup cold
My talk slurred, 'cause I'm so throwed
I'm wipin' sweat from my last show
He's TG, and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night
Then I'ma be a memory
Say it in my ears
So I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that rose
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad bitch
Girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
Bad bitch
Girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
Ol' rappin' ass
Light years past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass
****, we the new aftermath
**** after fame, I just have to laugh
**** after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan, I'm a player
I'm a man, you's a hater
And I only smoke papers
That's how you tell that I'm Taylor'd
****, listen
Break it down, rollin' weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing goes down without permission
Look
Everything that I got on, I was made for
Everything that I got, I done came for
All the shit that you see, I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah, that's paid for
Need I say more?
Spend so much money on clothes, said fuck a store
Making my own
I hope that you rollin' one up while you singin' along
And know I was rollin' one while I was makin' this song
Pour out some shots
You're taking too long
Young and I'm rich, and plus, all of my friends on that Bombay
And lemonade
Do to ya
Bad bitch
Girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
Bad bitch
Girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
I'm on some gin, you want some gin
I'm movin' slow, I'm drivin' fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel
We lose control
Drop the top in that 69
And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
Can't say a thing, that's how you supposed to feel
Yeah
Stackin' all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old news
And these haters jockin' our old moves
Poppin' champagne 'cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did, I probably won't remember tomorrow
Do to ya
Bad bitch
Girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
Bad bitch
Girl, I think I might get used to ya
I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
Oh, yeah
Used to ya
Through with ya
All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you
Like you remember me
Used to ya
Through with ya
Memory
Remember you
Whoa

Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Carlo Montagnese, David Patino, Elgin Lumpkin, Jimmy Douglass & Timothy Mosley.

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