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Popa Wu f King Just

You`re My Everything

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[Intro: King Just]You`re my everything (15X)(Dedicated, to my everythingThat`s to you, you know who you are booYou`re my everything, yo)[King Just]She had a man, but I caught her eye thru a dollar vanHad Persians, skin tone like an ArabianMaybe when, when we get a chance to meet each otherFace to face, to brace with one anotherI tell her why I love herThen thug her back out, dun-dun, I got a steakhouseCrashin the sex, feeled aroma till she passed outShe called a timeout, laid back and let her air outLet the room air out, champagne mixed with styleKept us goin, till the early morninWe was bonin, blowin our can, for shorty holdinBlunts rollin, carryin flow on this love boatTranquilizin your thought with one note[Chorus: King Just]You my everything, won`t you come shine with the KingAnd you can see the wonders and the joy life bringsUnder my wing, is where you belongAnd lovin you is right, then maybe I don`t wanna be wrongCuz you my everything, oh you my everythingYou my everything, oh you my everythingYou my everything, oh you my everythingYou my everything, oh you my everything[King Just]Look at Miss Symbol, wit the dimples and old pimplesTalkin like she like how I rock on instrumentalsTalkin like she been thru the same shit I been thruGot me singin "I wanna get into you" stop itHot like the tropics, and not from the projectsMe and you boo, we like a plug to a socketA pants to a pocket, and Houston to the RocketsA doorknob to a closet, got you screamin "Stop it!"Logical when we mix moleculesBetter call Con Ed, cuz we might blow a fuseAin`t no rules, you choose whatever you doYou my everything, and I do everything for youYou my sun, moon and star, last drink at the barYou the rims on my car, nah I ain`t gon` go that farThere ain`t nuthin that I put before youThat`s when I`m knowin what I`m sayin here is true[Chorus][King Just]Ms. Everything, you so pretty, how how she diddieWith the tickle pity, you should be the New York CityStay jiggy, that`s why I got to keep you from my niggies(Yo Just you got a lot like Backstreet) No diggyPlus she digs me and makes my oatmeal lumpyAnd asks the right questions like "Why they call you bumpy?"First girl to hump me, at the age of a virginLast girl to hit me off, cuz my money`s splurginI`m certain, this be the right one sonCuz she was hooked ever since I dropped Warrior`s DrumMake you cum twenty times, with these rhymes of mineBetween love and hate there`s a thin lineSo I`m, gonna watch my step, and choose correctBut this is for thee, she can bounce like a bad checkR-E-S-P-E-C-T, respect meBetter than your ex, your man`s LexSo your next to be boyfriendAin`t no toy friends, hereMs. Everything, you my cootie in the chairBooty from the rear, hotter shit this yearI swear, my dear[Chorus 2X]

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