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DJ Khaled!

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

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist,
You gon' have my full of all your pics, yeah
You have me flying in and out of town
You said you've losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to the one I'm with
Start a new relationship you, this is what you do
I had you after but you came right after at two
I could have I'd want but I still want you
That's the
I'm not really the sentimentals
me and you behind the tinted windows
While you all these innuendos
We just fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, me everything that you've been through
We only do what we to like, woah
This that titties on the glass, the curtains shit
This that you in the air, no service dick
This that his ass right now, say you're 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 though
I still bless you, but you know come first though
Make me give up I worked for
You gon' make me give up I worked for
Sunday, what 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 money don't talk to me (shh)
I work with boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me and trouble to follow me
I take my pistol to the mall, my pistol shop me
That bitch is jockin' me, and young admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they hire me

Can't let you play me off the streets you I got kids
And more major than a locksmith
I could teach you how to rock this
My bed was a on the carpet
My was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee
Nigga, I'm to a charger
but foreign cars in my garage, ah

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

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin'
Day job night job, shit
I stick to the basics, not a basic
You deserve a young legendary
speeding up your respiratory
Treat these others secondary
I couldn't even cheat my secretary
Faithful to you when I'm on road
Even if I'm on a coast
still make you feel close, mama
I'm addicted to ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom turn to City
Got my ass hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air, thats magic tricking
I take you to the
Make your 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, I'mma divy up the
show you what the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up everything I for
You gon' me give
you make me wanna leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this feel déjà vu

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