It's Yours (feat. Tia London)

You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby Let me get straight to it Her body like a Bugatti, ain't nothing like a Buick When we get passionate I'm in love with how you do it No longer want to lease it, I want the title to it I might have blew it but now I know I want to own it And get rid of opponents but I know fame can be blind Never knew nothing like it is so one of a kind I know that it'll be stupid not to claim that it's mine She fit me like a glove, hop up right on top of her man And with no hands she give me a hug Go ahead and reverse it baby you pop it like a drug Asking me how I feel when I'm inside your love Better than the mall In other words whenever I'm up in your hall I feel the ripples on the wall A spectacular feeling when I get up in them draws And with no hands she can even give an applause Cause you got me gone, all I can say is "True that" Whenever I put the soap hole inside you at Snug, but you can see its something you ain't new at Ooh, I can feel it when you do that I can feel it when you do that, she got a nigga stuck Murder with the pussy now you just been cut She got the kush in her bush and I'mma take a puff Telling me that it's yours and i can't get enough And she talkin' like Tell me that it's the one Tell me baby it's the one you been waiting for Tell me so I can make sure Tell me baby 'cause you know that its yours Oh-woah You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby She got a body like a Maserati And she got the owochi cochi like a 'Rochi Ass fuck her in the back of the Kawasaki But the flow is a classic so it's probably a Harley Hotty be better than any thot around here I see you [?] that I can be your manager My place so let me show you I can handle ya Scott face, I fuck you right over the banister And it's the way that you be telling me that its yours baby How I'm a breathe of fresh air, you been so bored lately And how you like to be reassured by me telling you that you the one And how it be mine and how I'm going crazy You got a nigga caught up in it, every time I'm all up in it Loving every minute, all I know is I don't wanna finish And I'mma be talking to you while I hit it when you ask me to Tell me that it's the one Tell me baby it's the one you been waiting for Tell me so I can make sure Tell me baby 'cause you know that its yours Oh-woah You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby You know that it's yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, that its yours, baby