Which 1 / Klueless

(Yung Pedro)
Bitch talkin' 'bout another bitch, I'm too lost
(D-D-Damn Leo)

I don't lace my shoes up (yeah, oh, yeah)
This Rick but I like this other shit, which one do I choose, dawg? (Yeah, dawg)
And this bitch talkin' 'bout another bitch, I'm too lost (I'm too lost)
And I just text my bro, and I'm like, "Bro, what should I do, dawg?" (What should I do?)
Which one should I choose, dawg? (Yeah)
Look my main bitch in her eye and tell her all this shit up under you, baby (baby, yeah)
That mean that it's nothin' that I'm choosin' over you, baby (baby, yeah)
But you know if I gotta choose, then I'm always gon' choose paper (oh yeah)

My bro just copped a stick and that bitch look like it can shoot lasers (yeah)
Yeah, I been locked in nigga, rap and chasin' money all I do lately (yeah)
And she call me (yeah) by my first name like, excuse me, who is you, baby? (Like, damn, ho)
I don't think I'm into you, baby (yeah)

Which one do I choose? (Yeah, how 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, how 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, how 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, how 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, which one do I choose?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, how 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, which one do I choose?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah)

Yeah, okay, I can't choose up (yeah)
My bitch do DG and CC, she can't do the True, dawg (do the True, dawg)
And my pants Undercover, dawg, but nothin' like a black car (hell, no)
And I'm geeked up, fell in love with stars, and I'm stuck on the moon, dawg (dawg, yeah)
And I don't do no politickin', bitch, I'm high as fuck (fuck)
And my black coat is CDG, it cost a couple bucks (bucks)
Yeah, and these niggas not seein' me, it's like they blind as fuck (fuck)
Yeah, and this bitch say she mad at me, but I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
(I'll text that ho "LOL," nigga, on God) (what do I do?) (Yeah)

I don't lace my shoes up (oh, yeah)
This Rick but I like this other shit, which one do I choose, dawg? (Dawg, yeah)
And this bitch talkin' 'bout another bitch, I'm too lost (I'm too lost)
And I just text my bro, and I'm like, "Bro, what should I do, dawg?" (Do, dawg)
Which one should I choose, dawg? (Choose, dawg)
Look my main bitch in her eye and tell her all this shit up under you, baby (yeah, baby)
That mean that it's nothin' that I'm choosin' over you, baby (yeah, baby)
But you know if I gotta choose then I'm always gon' choose paper (oh, yeah)

Which one do I-, which one do I choose? (How 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah, how 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (How 'bout you? Which one do I choose?)
Which one do I choose? (How 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (How 'bout you? Which one do I choose?)
Which one do I choose? (How 'bout you?)
Which one do I choose? (How 'bout you? Which one do I choose?)
Which one do I choose? (Yeah)