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Song title:
Nappy Roots - Its Yours
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Itâs something different Before you enter I feel like you should know I can elevate you, escalate us I can take you up Iâm talkinâ Gucci, girl Flat ships on the side of the world Crisp guys ready to serve you toast Baby just get me to where it shows And when it comes to the bedroom We can get wild like them animals Iâm talking something all original Missionary naïve and in my book Just look, Iâmma make you sweat it out girl Then Iâm makinâ a point, live for you, her Introducinâ you to the kids Iâve call Tell me where you wanna go from here The material means nothing if I donât come to rap I need a ride next to me if that shizz in Pittsburg leave Itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Oh girl itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Itâs yours Too good to be trueâs what youâre thinkinâ Well bitch itâs tough, girl you ainât dreaminâ Just tough then you ainât used to When itâs real cuz itâs in front of you Girl I can show ya better than I can tell ya, baby Oh, far as the bedroom goes I put it down real pro Sweet as falloff these buried bonds Tryna knock it out the park home run Iâmma make you sweat it out girl Then Iâm makinâ a point, live for you, her Introducinâ you to the kids Iâve call Tell me where you wanna go from here The material means nothing if I donât come to rap I need a ride next to me if that shizz in Pittsburg leave Itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Oh girl itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Itâs yours My baby lovely but should be trippinâ without a mouth Thinkinâ Iâmma do her bad, Shorty whatâs that about? I be in the studio, she hold me down without a doubt Frontinâ on my love song, she like it when I battle rap Lady smilinâ in my face, she wonder what they laughinâ at Yâall should get the hell home cuz wifey ainât havinâ that Tinkers and wild horses you see on the cattle ranch I catch myself starinâ at them bubbles like a lava lamp Uh, or some fly baloney. That shit hop up on that saddle and rise Capone I know they want me, they canât have me, Iâm already taken I look their way if Iâm unhappy with the one Iâm datinâ I wouldnât trade âer for the world and thatâs an honest statement We always keep it 100 in our conversations What can I say? Thatâs why I took this girl, Elena, my fiancé And together we go ride into the sunset, itâs yours The material means nothing if I donât come to rap I need a ride next to me if that shizz in Pittsburg leave Itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Oh girl itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Itâs yours The material means nothing if I donât come to rap I need a ride next to me if that shizz in Pittsburg leave Itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Oh girl itâs yours, yours Girl itâs yours, yours Itâs yours
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