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(I just want to make you my own) yeah (I just want to make you my own) I forever love my city House on the riverside, riding down Poplar Niggas ain't seeing us (at all) 'less they got binoculars I just left Prive, went to Love, I'm still popping out (what's happenin'?) "Gotti left the city," I'm like, "What the fuck you talking 'bout?" Gotti in the city, lowkey, still popping out Bulletproof and AR, and nigga, I'll walk you down Gotti drinking Ace of Spade, never drink Wocky down All my niggas talk me up and they'll never talk me down Love for the Northside, yeah, I'm sitting courtside Demon with the sport ties, I don't need no allies CMG the mafia and we do not franchise We are not into saving you hoes, go get baptized We don't do the back and forth, you niggas already know it I probably done robbed your brother, I probably done shot your boys I flew out your baby mama I was in her DM, I don't got her number Coldhearted nigga, but I sponsor the hot girl summer (I just want to make you my own) See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her (I just want to make you my own) you know a ho, boo, you don't mean a thing I know I'm a rich nigga, bitches wanna charge me I'ma play the game with her, this shit make my heart beat They like, "You a gentleman, didn't know you was so sweet" I just might send the bitch flowers for like six weeks You know how we play (how?), put her on a PJ She never flew private She doing shit with me in public she wouldn't even do private I got her wide open, she don't need even know how to hide it Let's go have a foursome, she said she ain't never tried it I'ma post her booty, she be doing lashes Head like she got no teeth, she should teach classes Like me 'cause I'm so street, nah, I ain't cashing out She know I ain't no sucker and I'ma fuck her 'til she passing out She got a real one she be bragging 'bout You bought her a bag, she don't respect you, I call that crashing out Took a hood bitch out the city, called it giving back (giving back) A Memphis bitch in Calabasas, she don't know how to act (she don't know to act) (I just want to make you my own) See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her (I just want to make you my own) you know a ho, boo, you don't mean a thing
Writer(s): Mario Mims, David E. Camon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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