Marcquiese Burrell (2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)
He Belongs To Me (II)
everything he needs, everything he wants, he got it with me
if you thinking he will leave, then you have been deceived
we're still standing hand to hand, he will never be your man
but you down on your knees, you're an opportunity he's seized
we'll never stumble, we're not at a place to fall
affections were denied, does it not hurt your pride
the act is getting tired, you really should retire
you don't get no prize being in second place
I figured you were a common hoe, who should know
he's a king, my king, you're just a peasant
you got it twisted. bow down....
come for the crown, bow down....
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