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DJ Khaled!

Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to church
I still bless you, but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for

You gon' get this off the wrist, yeah
You gon' my phone full of all your pics, yeah
You gon' me flying in and out of town
You said you've been losing and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm
Start a new with you, this is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came right at two
I could have anything I'd but I still want you
That's the
I'm not into the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the tinted
While you all these innuendos
We finna fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything you've been through
We do what we meant to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, the curtains shit
This that fuck you in the air, no service
This that call his ass now, say you're deserting him
This that call him while we fucking so he heard the

Make me up everything I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you go to church though
I still bless you, but you know what first though
Make me give up I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I for

stalking me, its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking 'bout then don't talk to me (shh)
I with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and seems to follow me
I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol shop me
That bitch is jockin' me, and niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the so they won't hire me

let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major keys than a
I could teach you how to rock this
My bed was a on the carpet
My ride was a bus named
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
but foreign cars in my garage, ah

Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You make me give up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin'
Day job job, Jamaican shit
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You a young young legendary
Heartthrob speeding up your
Treat these others hoes
I couldn't even cheat with my
Faithful to you even I'm on road
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma still make you feel close,
I'm to your ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom turn to City
Got my ass throwing hundreds,
Outta air, yeah thats magic tricking
I take you to the
Make mind as clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that like we amphibians
I won't change you up next season for chick like they did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma show you what the fuck commitment is,
Make me give up I worked for
You make me give
you make me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship you, this feel like déjà vu

me give up everything I worked for
You gon' me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you got to church though
I still bless you but you come first though
me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I for
Sunday, that's what pray to church for
You gon' make me give up I worked for