Print

(You know you want me) I'm on the label, back poppin like the start of the millennium Mixin up my greens with the proteins and blending em Antennas at attention If they jumpin I ain't flinchin not to mention ring camera keep the wife and kids in I feel like I'm ripped but a fat dude Bunch-a-lunch meat wantin sweets eatin cat food Same thing Wash rinse repeat with an attitude, Bling bling cause I sing, should have some gratitude All jokes aside We are tryna to get laid that's why we buy a ride, like a Lambo Drunk white girls are the best breast pressed on Sambo So be hiding in the hood like I'm nigga Camo I see your big O ass I'm on details What is your credit score baby how are yo feet smell They telling stories in the store you just retail They lookin whorish betta strap up like a seatbelt, ooh I'm freakin out Yep I'm freakin out Fah-I'm steppin out errthang poppin out AHA-Ha, I got a mixtape droppin now, ya ain't buyin if-a tittay ain't fallin out Nah you are, you are Tryin ta get chose Nah you are, you are Tryin ta get chose Nah you are, you are Tryin ta get chose Nah we are, we all Tryin ta get chose Letras de cancionesPainted fingernails like we feminine Wades kids outweigh us is one of us it's 10 of them I ain't got a heaven ta sit em in, The sin of men an option, hear em knockin then let em in I guess the streets possa be paved with gold I guess this fee possa savin my soul I trust my pastor she let me ask her We gettin raptured up den why we need the casket shut That ain't my son but Money Shut the bastard up I ain't ask ta cut but I'm the last one that al pass it up Squeeze that fat in the fashionova I'll gas you up The package look immaculate, Ya cash is for the nip and tuck It's a lifestyle, it's my wife's style Yoga pants, a new TikTok dance Need likes to see dat they don't really love us You blow your mind out to find out Dey ain't choosin none of us Oooh I need to believe I needju ta breathe If you see through it and leave You won't be choosin me Watch out Nah you are, you are Tryin ta get chose Nah you are, you are Tryin ta get chose Yeah you are, you are Tryin ta get chose Yeah we are, we all Tryin ta get get get get (Everybody wanna be the chosen God's people) From Letras Mania