World Is Yours

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xtsy* - Rap, Cloud Rap

World Is Yours

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah Shoulder or her arm, you can lean on me Yeah, I give you the world, count up, one, two, three (Ha, Yung Love, the fuck is—) Let's travel the world, everywhere with me (Woah) [Chorus] Say it to 'em, say it to 'em, love is real Didn't believe it 'til your voice was the first thing I hear When I got up inside the morning, sun was goin' up (Goin') These niggas peons, sippin' NyQuil out a dirty cup (Schyeah) I bring euphoria, bring a friend, like four of ya (Or five) I'm on edge when you just run away (Woah) I love shopping on my, on my own time Talkin' to the drugs, don't walk away Huh, walk in, Heidi's, walk out in some Dior's (Dior's) I said, "Baby girl, are you trippin'?" 'cause you know I'll never be yours (Tuh, tuh) These niggas said they gang, why the hell you call police for? (Snitch) I give her some love, but I'm sure she probably needs more (Tuh) Take a hit, puff, pass, okay, think I'm fine (Yeah) If you not tryna get money, then why you waste my time? I put B to A (Yeah), that means belt to behind (Ah) I cannot hang with losers 'cause these niggas not my kind (No, what?) [Chorus] Say it to 'em, say it to 'em, love is real Didn't believe it 'til your voice was the first thing I hear When I got up inside the morning, sun was goin' up (Goin') These niggas peons, sippin' NyQuil out a dirty cup (Schyeah) I bring euphoria, bring a friend, like four of ya (Or five) I'm on edge when you just run away (Woah) I love shopping on my, on my own time Talkin' to the drugs, don't walk away Huh, walk in, Heidi's, walk out in some Dior's (Dior's) I said, "Baby girl, are you trippin'?" 'cause you know I'll never be yours (Tuh, tuh) These niggas said they gang, why the hell you call police for? (Snitch) I give her some love, but I'm sure she probably needs more (Tuh) Take a hit, puff, pass, okay, think I'm fine (Yeah) If you not tryna get money, then why you waste my time? I put B to A (Yeah), that means belt to behind (Ah) I cannot hang with losers 'cause these niggas not my kind (No, what?)

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Credits

Writers
  • xtsy*
  • Yung Love
  • tooeazy (EZ)
  • LBW