Own
• Written by Reaper
You don't need to interrupt.
Get my cup.
I let you lie.
Listened to your alibi.
You ain't never said much.
She ain't clever, headrush.
I'm on a different pedestal.
It's evident I'm unforgetable.
My everything brawling.
Yo your new hoe calling.
I don't like what I see.
So I let a pussy nigga like you go free.
End the speculations.
Dead the relations.
Your hittas begging mercy.
But I'm bloodthirsty.
Chorus:
Own it Own it
You ain't never own shit!
I played my part.
So now I'm your old bitch.
Own it Own it.
You ain't never own shit!
Damn It feels good to be your old chick.
Did I get it wrong?
Thought I played it strong.
Woke up opulent.
Like Marylin cause I'm excellent.
You should've been the better men.
Now you need a regimen.
Lost a good girl with the gold, diamonds, and the pearls.
Met a troll that's a cold, disappointment to the world.
And I stay pretty smokin' anybody.
It's a shame slayin' bitches is my hobby.
Went to a better shrink.
Learned hittas never think.
So I ain't pick up.
But I ain't mixed up.
Saw your new lady.
She ain't had clue she was freddy, baby.
Chorus:
Own it Own it
You ain't never own shit!
I played my part.
So now I'm your old bitch.
Own it Own it.
You ain't never own shit!
Damn It feels good to be your old chick.
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Reaper
Member since November 26 2013