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DJ Khaled!

Make me give up I worked for
You make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't go to though
I bless you, but you know what come first though
me give up everything 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 this Rollie off the wrist,
You have my phone full of all your pics, yeah
You gon' me flying in and out of town
You you've been losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with
a new relationship with you, this is what you do
I had you twelve but you came right after at two
I could have anything I'd want but I still you
the truth
I'm not really the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the tinted
While you throwing all innuendos
We just finna fuck up all the at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything you've been through
We only do what we meant to like,
This that titties on the glass, pull the curtains
that fuck you in the air, no service dick
This that call his ass right now, say deserting him
This that him while we fucking so he heard the shit

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

Money stalking me, its like the money to me
So if you ain't 'bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I keep a 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 trouble seems to me
I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol shop me
bitch is jockin' me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't me

Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got
And more major than a locksmith
I could you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee
Nigga, I'm allergic to a
Nothing but foreign in my garage, ah

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

I'm takin' risks, she pills, takin' pics
Day job night job, Jamaican
I to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young young
Heartthrob up your respiratory
Treat these hoes secondary
I couldn't even with my secretary
Faithful to you even I'm on road
if I'm on a different coast
I'mma make you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to your ass and
you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, yeah magic tricking
I you to the Caribbean
Make your mind as clear as the water you in
In and out that bitch we amphibians
I won't change you up next season for another chick like they did Vivian
I'mma put you on the businesses, divy up the dividends
I'mma show you the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me
you make me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel like vu

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