Yours Truly

It's all yours It's all yours I′m always down for the clique That shit tatted on my wrist Sippin' on a cup of soda Turned up with the shits I just might call you up For you to come over When I'm not sober And it′s not so right Cause you right on my mind I done lost track of time You ain′t gotta worry 'bout it Nobody else on my line It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours And I know you fed up But I'm better Come get sexed up in my section It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours It′s all yours Know that shit all yours So what you waitin' for Baby, I can do you better Don′t you know so now next up Know that shit all yours So what you waitin' for Baby, I can do you better Don′t you know so now next up Said I'm coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup Said I'm coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup You know that I'm coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup Said I′m coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup