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Dj Khaled

[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!

[Big Sean:]
Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist, yeah
You gon have my phone full of all your pics, yeah
You gon' have me flying in and out of town
You said you've been losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came right after at two
I could have anything I want but I still want you, that's the truth
I'm not really into the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the tinted windows
While you throwing all these innuendos
We just finna' f*ck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been through
We only do what we meant to like, woah
This that, titties on the glass, pull the curtains sh*t
This that, f*ck you in the air, no service d*ck
This that, call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that, call him while we f*cking so he heard the sh*t

Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

[Gucci Mane:]
Money stalking me its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me in trouble since the follow me
I take my pistol to the mall my pistol shop with me
That b*tch is jockin' me, and young n*ggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't hire me

[2 Chainz:]
Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major keys than a locksmith
I could teach you n*ggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the carpet
My ride was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee Lauder
N*gga, I'm allergic to a charger
Left the foreign cars in my garage, ah

[Big Sean:]
Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics, day job night job
Jamaican sh*t, I stick to the basics, not a basic b*tch
You deserve a young young legendary
Heart throb speeding up your respiratory
Treat these others hoes secondary
I couldn't even cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even when I'm on road
Even if I'm on a different coast
I'm a still make you feel close mama
I'm addicted to your ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass thrown hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air yeah that's magic tricking
I take you to the Caribbean
Your mind is clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that b*tch like we amphibians
I won't change next season for ya like they did Aunt Vivian
I'm a put you on the businesses, I'm a divy up the dividends
I'm a show you what the f*ck commitment is, baby

Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for

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