Lyrics Make Her Mine by Chris Sails

Bad then a mother
Bad like her mother
Said she tired of you suckers
'Bout to come through and cuff her

Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine
Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine
Watch on my wrist says my time time time, give her all my time
Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine

Imma make you mine, why you playing girl
And I ain't really worried 'bout your man girl
Baby you a star, and I'm your fan girl
Imma put you on a team, that's the plan girl
I be at the strip, while you land girl
We gone hit the mall, pop some bands girl
I can see us at the beach, holding hands girl
Imma try to hit in the sand girl

And tell that n***a deuce, cause I got you
Imma keep it realer than your last dude
Ran off with your chick, that's what that cash do
Ran off with your chick, that's what that cash do

Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine
Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine
Watch on my wrist is my time time time, give her all my time
Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine

We can ride the Ford down on sunset
Hit the Gucci store, and spend a whole check
Tell them other dudes, I got next, next
Imma make you mine, no flex, flex
Type of girl you bring home to the fam
And this time, I ain't doing it for the gram
But when she posting pics she make them n***as say damn
Face like Parker, with an ass like Pam

So tell that n***a deuce, cause I got you
Imma keep it realer than your last dude
Ran off with your chick, that's what that cash do
Ran off with your chick, that's what that cash do

Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine
Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine
Watch on my wrist is my time time time, give her all my time
Make her mine mine mine, Imma make her mine