I remember plenty times When I was hurt down on my dick that was them penny times
Don't f*ck with clowns you niggas jokes Sum like you penny wise
Don't bang a gang but ask around bruh I got plenty ties
Asking for answers to the sky bruh I got many whys
You told me stop a hundred times but I ain't peep the signs
Remember times I was naive I couldn't read between the lines
I been tryna find love I'm hoping that it's soon
I remember days when we was back up in your room
I was skipping class and I ain't really f*ck with Zoom
Try to f*ck with me and I'ma get to sweeping with the broom
No I mean with the boom
You said you doing all these things I really wonder if you could
Cause when it came to me On everything you never would
Hate to break it to you cause you had niggas misunderstood
I was tripping on you and I be stepping so now I'm good
Now I'm good
I remember plenty times too I'm regretting like everything I did for you
Bro I'm getting older starting to see things how they really is
Yeah he got some paper but can you tell me how it real he is
Broken child with a broken home nigga I really is
Broken family wish y'all ain't divorced and stopped the silliness
Father taught me right and I ain't listen now it really hit
Took another shot cause I don't like it when I'm serious
Summertime the kids ain't getting cold but bro the city is
I don't wear sheisty cause I'm gangster bro I'm hideous
I remember nights out on that porch until the sun was down
I watched my whole family fall apart that's why I sing about
The trauma in my mind the weed it helps to keep the thoughts away
Bitches made me hate myself so brodie keep the bops away
I remember plenty times
Made a promise to my momma I'm gon' give what's mine
Fourth quarter like I'm dame I swear it's really time
A bitch who hold me down no matter what I'm tryna find
Made it out the dirt while it was raining and it's muddy now
I remember this year I was posted with that cap and gown
Shoes was dirty couldn't get them new niggas these hand-me-downs
Pop a 30 Brodie trippin' now he put the D in drown
HBG Henny - PLENTY TIMES (feat. D in the East) Lyrics
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I remember plenty times When I was hurt down on my dick that was them penny times
Don't f*ck with clowns you niggas jokes Sum like you penny wise
Don't bang a gang but ask around bruh I got plenty ties
Asking for answers to the sky bruh I got many whys
You told me stop a hundred times but I ain't peep the signs
Remember times I was naive I couldn't read between the lines
I been tryna find love I'm hoping that it's soon
I remember days when we was back up in your room
I was skipping class and I ain't really f*ck with Zoom
Try to f*ck with me and I'ma get to sweeping with the broom
No I mean with the boom
You said you doing all these things I really wonder if you could
Cause when it came to me On everything you never would
Hate to break it to you cause you had niggas misunderstood
I was tripping on you and I be stepping so now I'm good
Now I'm good
I remember plenty times too I'm regretting like everything I did for you
Bro I'm getting older starting to see things how they really is
Yeah he got some paper but can you tell me how it real he is
Broken child with a broken home nigga I really is
Broken family wish y'all ain't divorced and stopped the silliness
Father taught me right and I ain't listen now it really hit
Took another shot cause I don't like it when I'm serious
Summertime the kids ain't getting cold but bro the city is
I don't wear sheisty cause I'm gangster bro I'm hideous
I remember nights out on that porch until the sun was down
I watched my whole family fall apart that's why I sing about
The trauma in my mind the weed it helps to keep the thoughts away
Bitches made me hate myself so brodie keep the bops away
I remember plenty times
Made a promise to my momma I'm gon' give what's mine
Fourth quarter like I'm dame I swear it's really time
A bitch who hold me down no matter what I'm tryna find
Made it out the dirt while it was raining and it's muddy now
I remember this year I was posted with that cap and gown
Shoes was dirty couldn't get them new niggas these hand-me-downs
Pop a 30 Brodie trippin' now he put the D in drown
Don't f*ck with clowns you niggas jokes Sum like you penny wise
Don't bang a gang but ask around bruh I got plenty ties
Asking for answers to the sky bruh I got many whys
You told me stop a hundred times but I ain't peep the signs
Remember times I was naive I couldn't read between the lines
I been tryna find love I'm hoping that it's soon
I remember days when we was back up in your room
I was skipping class and I ain't really f*ck with Zoom
Try to f*ck with me and I'ma get to sweeping with the broom
No I mean with the boom
You said you doing all these things I really wonder if you could
Cause when it came to me On everything you never would
Hate to break it to you cause you had niggas misunderstood
I was tripping on you and I be stepping so now I'm good
Now I'm good
I remember plenty times too I'm regretting like everything I did for you
Bro I'm getting older starting to see things how they really is
Yeah he got some paper but can you tell me how it real he is
Broken child with a broken home nigga I really is
Broken family wish y'all ain't divorced and stopped the silliness
Father taught me right and I ain't listen now it really hit
Took another shot cause I don't like it when I'm serious
Summertime the kids ain't getting cold but bro the city is
I don't wear sheisty cause I'm gangster bro I'm hideous
I remember nights out on that porch until the sun was down
I watched my whole family fall apart that's why I sing about
The trauma in my mind the weed it helps to keep the thoughts away
Bitches made me hate myself so brodie keep the bops away
I remember plenty times
Made a promise to my momma I'm gon' give what's mine
Fourth quarter like I'm dame I swear it's really time
A bitch who hold me down no matter what I'm tryna find
Made it out the dirt while it was raining and it's muddy now
I remember this year I was posted with that cap and gown
Shoes was dirty couldn't get them new niggas these hand-me-downs
Pop a 30 Brodie trippin' now he put the D in drown
Writer: D East, HBG Henny
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