Ambré
Yours Truly
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 so right
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
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
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
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours
It′s all yours

Know that shit all yours
So what you waitin' for
Baby, I can do you better
Don′t you know so now next up
Know that shit all yours
So what you waitin' for
Baby, I can do you better
Don′t you know so now next up

Said I'm coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup
Said I'm coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup
You know that I'm coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup
Said I′m coming for the crown and I'm tearing it down, wussup