Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make U Mine, artist - Fabolous. Album song More Street Dreams Pt. 2 The Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Make U Mine |
Yeah, Uh |
I know I make you wanna leave the one you with |
But I ain’t Usher Raymond |
I’m the kid that they rush to blamin' |
For the crush they claimin' |
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask |
«What's my name?» |
and they yell |
F-A-B, OHH! |
You shouldn’t of even brought her my direction |
Unless she was handcuffed wit a order of protection, yeah |
I’m talkin' wreckless now |
Cause I’m the reason that your girlfriends are ya ex’s now, nigga |
I’m the fella that keep em yellin', and it’s nothin to get em' |
I don’t sweat em', that’s what I tell em' |
And they quickly forget 'em, and I bet 'em |
I get them to forget the day that they met 'em |
And I let 'em cause I can spend 'em |
And it’s more then the denim |
But I’ve been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin' |
The coupe on 22's keepin shorty sneakin' in |
She won’t tell the truth she too used to creepin' |
When Mike is in the booth it’s the truth I’m speakin' |
Any girl I gave it to, can’t even go love another man |
I give it to 'em like no other brother can |
She say my man can barley move me |
But boy you make me scream like a scary movie |
On top of that, I’m smoother than the rest of the gangstas |
And I proved that dude you messed with’s a wanksta (Ohh) |
Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie |
And she ain’t fuckin' wit you |
It’s a shame you lames |
Can’t even maintain ya dames |
And it’s insane the way that she gave me brain |
My pimp game’s the same don’t forget the name |
And when chicks peep the chain they just can’t restrain |
Shorty don’t try to fake it, just up and face it |
Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man’s a basic |
See it all in his faces, he’s cheap and tasteless |
But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet |
Bet ya man can’t do it like me |
His veins don’t pump pimp fluid like me |
He’s nowhere near or like me |
And he probably think keepin' you in check |
Is buyin' you a pair of Nike’s |
Why wouldn’t I, get dome from her |
When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers |
Fuck it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle |
Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle (Yeah) |
Catch me in the club, wit a case of bub |
And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because |
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck |
And I’m gettin' a nut, they just lick it up |
I’m their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous |
I don’t aim to get shorties our relationships |
But they crave the chips, I might need a Range to fit |
She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it |
That’s right, we got the hang of it |
Mike Shorey, Fabolous |
Street Family, Desert Storm |
I know you hear us, but I wanna make you mine |
You know? |
Haha, yeah |