Jasmine J Walker - Own It

I learned to own my style
How I got this smile
Conquered fear, got the crown 
Can't nobody bring me down
I'm looking good quite frankly 
Timbs and fitted big Yankee
Denim coat when I'm out east
I'm top tier you can't rate me
Stop talking baby go get it 
You start something better finish 
Yeah, that rooftop ceiling missing
I'm independently winning 
Master P taught me no limit 
Faith got me dominion 
God given can't diminish 
I'm set apart I'm distinguished 
You a baddie baby you gotta own it, own it
Style and ya grace, you betta own it, own it
All they wanna do is copy and paste
But you they can't replace, so
Own it, own it, own it, own it 
You a baddie baby you gotta own it, own it
Style and ya grace, you betta own it, own it
All they wanna do is copy and paste
But you they can't replace, so
Own it, own it, own it, own it
Necks turn when I walk in 
Got 'em all hot, like she back again
Denim fit, I'm far from plain
Sugar and spice, I can't be lame
Tried to hate but my God stopped
You got blocked by this tight end
Motivated like them high school players
I know you remember those Titans
Everything ain't always black and white
I'm still gonna get it gonna win in spite 
I'm shining bright can't dim this light 
Diamond in the rough mud made me tough
You stuck on luck manifesting 
I say my prayers count blessings 
Flashy flashy flexing
My own style is impressing, ugh
You a baddie baby you gotta own it, own it
Style and ya grace, you betta own it, own it
All they wanna do is copy and paste
But you they can't replace, so
Own it, own it, own it, own it 
You a baddie baby you gotta own it, own it
Style and ya grace, you betta own it, own it
All they wanna do is copy and paste
But you they can't replace, so
Own it, own it, own it, own it
Own it, Own it, Own it, Own it 
Pop them tags, pop them tags 
Own it, Own it, Own it, Own It 
Get them bags, Get them bags 
Own it

Written by:
Jasmine Walker

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