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DJ Khaled!

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

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

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

Money me, its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with 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 shop with me
That bitch is me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the so they won't hire me

Can't let you me off the streets you know I got kids
And more keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to this
My bed was a pallet on the
My ride was a bus named
Pillow of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm to a charger
Nothing but cars in my garage, ah

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

I'm risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics
Day job night job, Jamaican
I stick to the basics, not a bitch
You deserve a young young
speeding up your respiratory
Treat these hoes secondary
I couldn't even cheat with my
Faithful to you even when I'm on
Even if I'm on a different
I'mma still make you feel close,
I'm addicted to ass and titties
you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, yeah 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 another chick like did Aunt Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, I'mma divy up the
show you what the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' me give
Girl you make me leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel déjà vu

Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me 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 up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I for