Her Own
Let's be together like forever shorty
You the one I want
Even at my weakest
I know you gon keep me strong
Keepin secrets fighting Demons
I know I was in the wrong
You the realest when I need it
Know you gon pick up the phone
And she got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Yea, yea, yea
Thinking bout her old nigga prolly make her sick
Hood queen from the bottom cause she coming from the bricks
She ain't looking for no problems yea she staying out the mix
But tellem people pipe it down cuz I ain't Playing bout my bitch
We quick to let them bitches rip
She had it hard but she ain't looking for no sorrow
See you in need, I got a heart that you can borrow
I keep on feigning, I'm addicted like a narco
Hit from the back I'm knocking shit just like the charlos
I know that your my ride or die
Know you'll be there by my side
Hold you tight and close your eyes
I'll be with you for my life
Let's be together like forever shorty
You the one I want
Even at my weakest
I know you gon keep me strong
Keepin secrets fighting Demons
I know I was in the wrong
You the realest when I need it
Know you gon pick up the phone
And she got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Yea, yea, yea
Thinking bout these hoes I was fucking with
Thinking bout these hoes I loving with
You gon be the one who I'm thugging with
Fuck these other hoes cuz I love my bitch
Pull up on my thugging shit
Pull out when we fuckin quick
Know she like how rough if gets
I don't care how tough it gets
I might let ha toat the stick
Fuck around and blow the shit
Military soldier shit
I promise she ain't folding jit
We was off now be back and we on though
Made a promise Ima flood her neck wit rose gold
Yo love is poison reason why I gotta cold soul
I love you deeply so I let these other hoes know
Let's be together like forever shorty
You the one I want
Even at my weakest
I know you gon keep me strong
Keepin secrets fighting Demons
I know I was in the wrong
You the realest when I need it
Know you gon pick up the phone
And she got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Yea, yea, yea
You the one I want
Even at my weakest
I know you gon keep me strong
Keepin secrets fighting Demons
I know I was in the wrong
You the realest when I need it
Know you gon pick up the phone
And she got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Yea, yea, yea
Thinking bout her old nigga prolly make her sick
Hood queen from the bottom cause she coming from the bricks
She ain't looking for no problems yea she staying out the mix
But tellem people pipe it down cuz I ain't Playing bout my bitch
We quick to let them bitches rip
She had it hard but she ain't looking for no sorrow
See you in need, I got a heart that you can borrow
I keep on feigning, I'm addicted like a narco
Hit from the back I'm knocking shit just like the charlos
I know that your my ride or die
Know you'll be there by my side
Hold you tight and close your eyes
I'll be with you for my life
Let's be together like forever shorty
You the one I want
Even at my weakest
I know you gon keep me strong
Keepin secrets fighting Demons
I know I was in the wrong
You the realest when I need it
Know you gon pick up the phone
And she got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Yea, yea, yea
Thinking bout these hoes I was fucking with
Thinking bout these hoes I loving with
You gon be the one who I'm thugging with
Fuck these other hoes cuz I love my bitch
Pull up on my thugging shit
Pull out when we fuckin quick
Know she like how rough if gets
I don't care how tough it gets
I might let ha toat the stick
Fuck around and blow the shit
Military soldier shit
I promise she ain't folding jit
We was off now be back and we on though
Made a promise Ima flood her neck wit rose gold
Yo love is poison reason why I gotta cold soul
I love you deeply so I let these other hoes know
Let's be together like forever shorty
You the one I want
Even at my weakest
I know you gon keep me strong
Keepin secrets fighting Demons
I know I was in the wrong
You the realest when I need it
Know you gon pick up the phone
And she got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Got it on her own now
She in her own bag
She got her own cash
She got her own swag
Yea, yea, yea
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Writer(s): Nashon Smith, Nason Smith
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