If You Were Mine Testo

Featuring Eyes Low

(Intro)
Yea, I’m in the booth
The truth like Beanie Siegel man
Yo ma I don’t know why you keep dealing with this lame
You know what I’m sayin? He put his hands on you
He be beatin on you, he don’t even treat you good
You don’t even have to deal with that
You know what I’m sayin? But… let me just tell you a little something
Sit down for a minute, let me kick it with ya
Only called you to do something
You know what I’m sayin?
If you was mine, if you was mine
Let the chorus ride
Alright, everybody got they eyes open so I know they ready, let’s get it

(Hook 1)
We could travel the world, it’s nothing that you couldn’t have baby
Just be my girl, I swear
‘Cause I’ll be right there to (bring you up when you fall)
Just to make it clear
And this is my year like them Hollywood stars
Watch a young G, the flow is fine wine
And Low is on his grind
The future is for us, my love and loyalty
Ain’t no love without trust

(Verse) I know how to treat a woman, that’s how mama raised me
But see I’m not a mama’s boy, I’m just my mama’s baby
And you could be my baby mama, so let’s party lady
My game is grown so ain’t no need to try to potty train me
Now who you know who get it shaking like loaded don
Loaded bank fully loaded with lower dawn
Futuristic, so different, just show beyond
Now hold my arm, I could on if you was mine
If you was my, if you was my woman
I told you stop lookin, listen listen stop lookin
It ain’t nobody stirring up the ish that I’m cookin
Yea, let’s get em, I got em
Now let the chorus ride

(Hook 2)
We could dip out the hood and cop a vila by the waterfront
And live like we should, I swear it
‘Cause I’ll be right there to (bring you up when you fall)
So you don’t gotta fear
And this is our year, when I cop that diamond ring all you gonna do is shopping
The flow is fine wine
And Low is on his grind
The future is for us, my love and loyalty
Ain’t no love without trust

(Verse)
I’ll be down when you’re down
Your heart was lost
Now I’m ridin too, I swear that it’s fowl cuz I’m a boss
Bumpin smoky rub, tears of a clown
You pointing ears with this clown
I’m here to build you up
Homie steady chain you down
If you was mine you’d be showered with gifts
Champagne bubble baths, blow sour and spliffs
Sick ninjas, twin Benz, there’s no Malibu whips
Rocking diamonds so blue they think you down with the crips
I’m a hustler, I know about the pounds and the brick
But you done got a nigga a job, my shit is legit
Plus yo boy got a flow, I’m as sick as it gets
I cook that track up like breakfast, put the fish with the grits
So the ES3 maxes through the tints on his 6
And I ain’t tryin to be conceded baby, I’m just convinced