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