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You not myne Video (MV)




Performed By: Xavion
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Kwonell Jackson




Xavion - You not myne Lyrics




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Nigga talk too much like where my money
Man I'm way too focused I ain't laughing, y'all not funny
Bitch we get you gone in a second, why you running

Yeah the pussy boy be capping yeah these pussy boy be bluffing
If you can't walk a mile, you cannot fit in my shoe
We had the pole we gun shit down , we had to do what it do

Bad hoe blow it in like a fluke, I'm about to swerve the coupe
Got some shooters from the south, calling up my troops
That boy tryna fit in
Got a couple of bucks on me, and I got a blue Benjamin

She says nothing, then there's nothing then
They making some shit, I can't do that shit, that's not for me
And I don't recommend giving your heart to some Basic how
I've been smoking on the strong man this shit won't help me cope

Man I swear I'm all alone, man I'm down right now
And I'm sorry, I can't do it, baby you not mine
Hey, took to much my time out day-sing
These niggas so outdated, shit on niggas not constipated

Rock all black like Darth Vader, hoping you won't see me later
And I brought her Gucci products, she call me her savior
Girl I see things, so you think it ain't normal
If you're not down to rock baby, this not for ya

And I been gone for a long time, ain't no disrespect
It's about some time, f*ck over niggas, aim up at they head
These niggas broke, swear these niggas ain't making no bread
Niggas talking way too much, they turning to the fed

And I don't care about what you hear, don't care about what you say
And these niggas, lay round broke, bitch I'm getting paid
Call this homicidal, swing my chopper both ways
I cut some shit down like I'm a sensei

R.I.P. Mr. Miyagi, I keep the chop right beside me
Why this lil hoe on my body, I just might make her my side piece
Think I did it again, bitch I feel like the man
I don't do no Percocet , I do not do no Xans

I'm worried about my money , count up money, rubber bands
What you here for? I don't know you not my friend
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Nigga talk too much like where my money
Man I'm way too focused I ain't laughing, y'all not funny
Bitch we get you gone in a second, why you running

Yeah the pussy boy be capping yeah these pussy boy be bluffing
If you can't walk a mile, you cannot fit in my shoe
We had the pole we gun shit down , we had to do what it do

Bad hoe blow it in like a fluke, I'm about to swerve the coupe
Got some shooters from the south, calling up my troops
That boy tryna fit in
Got a couple of bucks on me, and I got a blue Benjamin

She says nothing, then there's nothing then
They making some shit, I can't do that shit, that's not for me
And I don't recommend giving your heart to some Basic how
I've been smoking on the strong man this shit won't help me cope

Man I swear I'm all alone, man I'm down right now
And I'm sorry, I can't do it, baby you not mine
Hey, took to much my time out day-sing
These niggas so outdated, shit on niggas not constipated

Rock all black like Darth Vader, hoping you won't see me later
And I brought her Gucci products, she call me her savior
Girl I see things, so you think it ain't normal
If you're not down to rock baby, this not for ya

And I been gone for a long time, ain't no disrespect
It's about some time, f*ck over niggas, aim up at they head
These niggas broke, swear these niggas ain't making no bread
Niggas talking way too much, they turning to the fed

And I don't care about what you hear, don't care about what you say
And these niggas, lay round broke, bitch I'm getting paid
Call this homicidal, swing my chopper both ways
I cut some shit down like I'm a sensei

R.I.P. Mr. Miyagi, I keep the chop right beside me
Why this lil hoe on my body, I just might make her my side piece
Think I did it again, bitch I feel like the man
I don't do no Percocet , I do not do no Xans

I'm worried about my money , count up money, rubber bands
What you here for? I don't know you not my friend
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Writer: Kwonell Jackson
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