The sun gu'n shine in the summer The flowers gu'n bloom in the spring Baby girl i swear i could hear you thunder Make that, uhh, rain again and again 11:11 that's when we whipping in the yoda Ridding through the jungle while you feeling on the cobra Girl you got the drive i just want to be your chauffeur You just say the word and i be revving up the motor, vroom How many times i gotta tell you that it's yours I'm getting tired of you sleeping on my love I help you pick the broken pieces off the floor I wanna hold you but you holding on a grudge When you don't get it you gu'n ask me for some more Then when you get it you gu'n tell me its too much Im chassing paper dont pay attention to theese ho's But shawty you're worth it i spend that paper by the roll
[Chorus Tsunami VIII, Lyrica Jada]
How many times i gotta tell you (It's your's, it's your's) If it's a crime then i'm a felon (It's yours, it's your's) I do the time for possession (yours) Swear you're on fire you lethal weapon (yours) I can't deny this my confession (yours)
How many times i gotta tell you (It's your's, it's your's) If it's a crime then i'm a felon (It's yours, it's your's) I do the time for possession (yours) Swear you're on fire you lethal weapon (yours) I can't deny this my confession (yours)