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Popa Wu lyrics You're My Everything lyrics [Intro: King Just] You're my everything (15X) (Dedicated, to my everything That's to you, you know who you are boo You're my everything, yo) [King Just] She had a man, but I caught her eye thru a dollar van Had Persians, skin tone like an Arabian Maybe when, when we get a chance to meet each other Face to face, to brace with one another I tell her why I love her Then thug her back out, dun-dun, I got a steakhouse Crashin the sex, feeled aroma till she passed out She called a timeout, laid back and let her air out Let the room air out, champagne mixed with style Kept us goin, till the early mornin We was bonin, blowin our can, for shorty holdin Blunts rollin, carryin flow on this love boat Tranquilizin your thought with one note [Chorus: King Just] You my everything, won't you come shine with the King And you can see the wonders and the joy life brings Under my wing, is where you belong And lovin you is right, then maybe I don't wanna be wrong Cuz you my everything, oh you my everything You my everything, oh you my everything You my everything, oh you my everything You my everything, oh you my everything [King Just] Look at Miss Symbol, wit the dimples and old pimples Talkin like she like how I rock on instrumentals Talkin like she been thru the same shit I been thru Got me singin ";I wanna get into you"; stop it Hot like the tropics, and not from the projects Me and you boo, we like a plug to a socket A pants to a pocket, and Houston to the Rockets A doorknob to a closet, got you screamin ";Stop it!"; Logical when we mix molecules Better call Con Ed, cuz we might blow a fuse Ain't no rules, you choose whatever you do You my everything, and I do everything for you You my sun, moon and star, last drink at the bar You the rims on my car, nah I ain't gon' go that far There ain't nuthin that I put before you That's when I'm knowin what I'm sayin here is true [Chorus] [King Just] Ms. Everything, you so pretty, how how she diddie With the tickle pity, you should be the New York City Stay jiggy, that's why I got to keep you from my niggies (Yo Just you got a lot like Backstreet) No diggy Plus she digs me and makes my oatmeal lumpy And asks the right questions like ";Why they call you bumpy?"; First girl to hump me, at the age of a virgin Last girl to hit me off, cuz my money's splurgin I'm certain, this be the right one son Cuz she was hooked ever since I dropped Warrior's Drum Make you cum twenty times, with these rhymes of mine Between love and hate there's a thin line So I'm, gonna watch my step, and choose correct But this is for thee, she can bounce like a bad check R-E-S-P-E-C-T, respect me Better than your ex, your man's Lex So your next to be boyfriend Ain't no toy friends, here Ms. Everything, you my cootie in the chair Booty from the rear, hotter shit this year I swear, my dear [Chorus 2X] Other Popa Wu lyrics: I Ain't Playin No More lyrics Who's Got Game? lyrics Three Amigos (If It's On) lyrics Gangster Theme lyrics New Improved lyrics Life of a Gangster lyrics Red Rum lyrics Simply Ludicrous lyrics Back of the Church lyrics Sundown lyrics I Like to Ride It lyrics Never Shit Where You Eat lyrics Prepare for the Buddha Monk lyrics Come One, Come All lyrics How it Goes lyrics |