paroles de chanson Yours Truly - Ambré

It's all yours
It's all yours

I'm always down for the clique
That shit tatted on my wrist
Sippin' on a cup of soda
Turned up with the shits
I just might call you up
For you to come over
When I'm not sober
And it's not...
Cause you right on my mind
I done lost track of time
You ain't gotta worry 'bout it
Nobody else on my line

It's all yours

And I know you fed up
But I'm better
Come get sexed up in my section

It's all yours

Know that shit all yours
So what you waitin' for
Baby I can do you better
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