| I don’t belong to nobody, no, no
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| I don’t belong to you baby, no
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| Especially if you ain’t claiming
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| If you want me you gotta make it known
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| Make it, make it, make it known
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| Make it, make it, make it known
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| Don’t worry 'bout who I’m callin'
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| You want me but he be stallin'
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| Can you tell me what you waitin' for 'cause the clock is tick-tick-tick-tick,
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| tickin'
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| Stop playin' you don’t want a label
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| You still wanna be able
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| To do your thing on the weekend and feel no ways by the evening
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| And if you want me on the lockdown
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| You gon' have to claim me baby
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| Tell everybody, everyone that I’m yours
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| If you want me to yourself
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| You gon' have to rep me baby
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| But until then…
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| I don’t belong to nobody, no, no
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| I don’t belong to you baby, no
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| Especially if you ain’t claiming
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| If you want me you gotta make it known
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| Make it, make it, make it known
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| Make it, make it, make it known
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| Woah
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| Make it known
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| Make it known
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| Yeah
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| Just make it known
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| Make it kno-own
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| Ma-make it known
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| If you want me, want me, want me
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| If you want me, want me baby
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| If you need me, need me, need me
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| Make it known
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| If you want me, want me, want me
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| If you need me, need me, need me
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| If you want me, want me baby
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| Make it known, yeah
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| Ma-make it known
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| Make it
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| Make it known
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| Make it known
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| Started this out by searching for words to say
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| I know you hate it when I leave you just an okay
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| I searched for love in all these shallow places
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| Like a diamond in the rough really not the one to play with
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| You found me a little tainted and a little faded
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| But you took a timeout to figure all the words I wasn’t sayin'
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| I know it’s hard to possess something when it nearly needs possession
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| And I pushed you away and I don’t know how to deliver a message
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| And outside everyone’s opinions
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| And how my Instagram portrayed me, to me as a women
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| You know the real me
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| And as God laid upon every part of this body
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| I once gave a man before you every good part of me
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| And he took away his hand and then threw it back at me
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| So how am I supposed to give you the best of me
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| When all I’m left with is the broken parts in me
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| Afraid to proclaim love because it sounds like profanity
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| Afraid to claim you because I don’t wanna bring damagin'
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| I tell you that my screws and you just get them loose
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| I built up a wall and you just climbed above
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| I throw you a brick and you just start a foundation
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| You just waitin' for me to claim my greatest possession
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| And to claim this position
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| Claim it |