[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]


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