She Choosin'

She know Osama be groovin
She love my Music
And she be Choosin
The clip be long as a pool stick
N ima use it
Hop out the Buick
I Pull out my dick and she chew it
Chasin my dreams I gotta Pursue it
Not a crip but this bitch blew it
It get hot ina summer so u betta cool it

U know ima dirty the Fanta
Dirty Diana and she a dancerrr
Pull up like he a pamper
Given free smoke they don't want no cancer

Hell nawl we ain't gone put em ona shirt
We gone make the world see u
Put that boy ona bannerrr
Hell nawl we ain't gone put em ona shirt
We gone make the world see u
Put that boy ona bannerrr

Gotta a sack jus like I was Santa
Backwood be loaded not talkin pamper
Smokin zaza wit a exotic dancer
Call up t pint four a 4 ina Fanta
She Say Sheed Wea Df is yo manners
Shorty to hot but Ian gone fan her
Had to give ha a chair cuz I can't stand ha
This is swag school I think u needa transfer

She say Sheed jus look how U Do me
Racks ina kusbi's
Countin up blue cheese-
Not April hoe u can't fool me
Tote long clips like let's shoot a movie
Pop a perc then I get groovy
I'm out my body got me feelin loosey
Life's a game that's why it get choosey
Don't hate the player if yo bitch choose me

Like a flower u know that I Rosen
Know that I'm chosen
Stackin my tokens
U jus feelin while I'm steady poken—
Recording that bitch like lil hoe we rollin
He ain't street that lil nigga Trollin
Ahead of the game you know I control it
Made a way so I had to Mold it
Given free game but I should've sold it

I swea that that Lil hoe is a skeez
That pussy a tease
Just spend about 3

Got my dog that bitch off the leash
After we fuck don't say shit "Ka peash"?



Credits
Writer(s): Rasheed Jett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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