Mine

I was the one and you treated me like a side
Girl
I don't know how many times you really want me to try
You get to talking I get thinking you speaking lies
And I see in yo eyes
I know you seeing other guys
And I'd be lying if I told yo ass I was fine
Cause you outta line
But girl you are mine just remember that you are mine
Girl why you so cold
And you got the fire
You what I desire
You got that good shit make me wanna join choir
And you be running through my mind I know you tired
Don't make me pull up like Omar on the Wire
You gone make me catch a case you knowing that I got priors
Girl you're a snake and you turned me into a viper
But I don't break I break down some weed and I get higher
You get to talking and I get thinking yous a liar
You trying to sell me some dreams I'm not a buyer



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Writer(s): Miles Mansel
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