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Shayla Gessler - He's Mine lyrics

Artist: Shayla Gessler

album: He's Mine


I bet she don't know when you say you sleep
I know all about her ('bout her)
And she don't know about me
I know all about you (all about you)
And she don't all about we
I heard 'bout your girlfriend ('bout your girlfriend)
Heard she for the streets
I bet she don't know when you say you sleep
You really be layed up with me
Go 'head (go 'head)
Tell her everything you told me
Tell how on Friday night you came through and we fucked 'til the morning
Tell that bitch she can't compete, there's no comparing
You was my first, I hope she know she temporary
I go hard 'bout that dick (hard)
You ain't know I go to war 'bout that shit
You ain't know I'm really crazy 'bout him
Hope you know I ain't playin' 'bout him
Who gets more wetter? (Wetter)
I think we know who loves him better (who loves him better)
Who fucks him better (who fucks him better)
Bitch, he's mine (he's mine)
Give it up, at least you tried (you tried, yea)
All these dudes out here and you want mine (why you want mine?)
Pussy get more wet, you running him dry (running him dry)
Told you he'd be back bitch go and cry (oh)
He forget about you
Checked her, now I'm checking you too
'Cause boy you got some nerve
Your shit could be up on the curb right now
Boy, you really got me hurting right now
But thats cool, if you walk out you lose
I know she don't grip on it, lick on it, spit on it, slide on it
Grind on it and ride on it, you know you can't hide it
She can't handle you like me, ain't understanding you like me
Plus you look better with me, its forever with me
I ain't letting you leave
So go 'head (go 'head, bae)
Tell her everything you told me
Tell how on Friday night you came through and we fucked 'til the morning (you came through)
Tell that bitch she can't compete, there's no comparing
You was my first, I hope she know she temporary
I go hard 'bout that dick
You ain't know I go to war 'bout that shit
You ain't know I'm really crazy 'bout him
Hope you know I ain't playin' 'bout him
Who gets more wetter? (Who gets more wetter?)
I think we know who loves him better (who loves him better)
Who fucks him better (who fucks him better)
Yeah, bitch, he's mine (he's mine)
Give it up, at least you tried (yea, you tried)
All these dudes out here and you want mine (why you want mine?)
Pussy get more wet, you running him dry (running him dry, yea)
Told you he'd be back, bitch go and cry

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