"Giving Back" lyrics
"Giving Back"
I just want to make you my own
I just want to make you my own
Yeah, I forever love my city
House on the riverside, riding down Poplar
Niggas ain't seeing us 'less they got binoculars
I just left [?] went to [?], I'm still popping out
"Gotti left the city," I'm like what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Gotti in the city lowkey still popping out
Bulletproof and AR, and nigga, I'll walk you down
Got her drinking Ace of Spades, never drink [?]
All my niggas talk me up and they'll never talk me down
Love for the Northside, yeah, I'm sitting courtside
They met with us four times, I don't need no allies
CMG the mafia and we do not franchise
We are not into saving you hoes, go get baptized
We don't do the back and forth, you niggas already know it
I prolly done robbed your brother, I prolly done shot your boys
I flew out your baby mama
I was in her DM, I don't got her number
Coldhearted nigga but I sponsor the hot girl summer
I just want to make you my own
See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her
I just want to make you my own
You know [?] ain't a thing
I know I'm a rich nigga, bitches wanna charge me
I'ma play the game whether this shit make my heart beat
They like, "You a gentleman, didn't know you was so sweet"
I just might send the bitch flowers for like six weeks
You know how we play, put her on a PJ
She never flew private
She doing shit with me in public she wouldn't even do private
I got her wide open, she don't need no hand to hide out
Let's go have a foursome, she said she ain't never tried it
I'ma post her booty, she be doing lashes
Head like she got no teeth, she should teach classes
Like me 'cause I'm so street, nah, I ain't cashing out
She know I ain't no sucker and I'ma fuck her 'til she passing out
She got a real one she be bragging out
You bought her a bag, she don't respect you, I call that crashing out
Took a lil' bitch out the city, called it giving back
A Memphis bitch in Calabasas, she don't know how to act
I just want to make you my own
See, that's what I told her, even though I was lying to her
I just want to make you my own
You know [?] ain't a thing
Writer(s): Mario Mims, David E. Camon
- AZLyrics
- Y
- Yo Gotti Lyrics
album:
"CM10: Free Game" (2022)
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