I'm Chosen
Bitch, I'm chosen (Bitch, I'm chosen)
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it (I can't fold it)
You bitches bogus
Bitch, I'm chosen (Haha)
You bitches bogus (I'm chosen, bitch)
Bitch, I'm riding a two seater like a biker (Ahh)
Tote the heat, call me piper
One shot pop it, call me striker
Got a lighter
Roll this dutch up with this fire
Toss the lighter
Catch his ass on fire (Haha)
Bitch
Paper chasing, call me an addict
Don't pass me no blunts
I'm higher than an attic
I do the math quick
Add it and subtract it (Aye)
Practice makes perfect
So bitch, I practice
Bring that stress
Post traumatic
I get the bag
Flip it and tumble it
Call it acrobatics (Aye-aye-aye)
He tried to cuff me
But, I trapped him
Oh, that's your man bitch
That's tragic (Tragic)
That's tragic
Bitch, I'm chosen (Chosen)
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it (Bitch)
You bitches bogus (Bogus)
Bitch, I'm chosen (Bitch)
Bitch (Aye-aye)
You bitches bogus
Bitch, I'm chosen
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it
You bitches bogus
Bitch, I'm chosen
Bitch (Ah-ah-ah)
You bitches bogus (Everybody knows that)
Switch from a stick
Now I'm driving automatic
Just switched my stick, tech
Shootin' semi-automatic (du-du-du-du-du-du)
I stole yo bitch, back (Quick here you go)
She too dramatic (Blah blah blah)
Short any money, man
That's problematic
I chase the money
Catch me in traffic (Skur skur)
Shop with me, you got options
Paper, or plastic
Don't fuck with me
You know I'm blasting (Bap-bap-bap
One to the head, two to the chest
That shits graphic
I'm focused
You distracted
My plug called (Hello)
Only words I had was "that's fantastic"
He slid on me with a bag that's massive
Stay the fuck from 'round me, social distance
I don't pay for shit, every day for me is Christmas
I'm never starving
Got the cheddar and the biscuits
Living by the code, but it's not written
I speak him into existence
Now a bitch gotta sit down and listen
Damn damn damn
Bitch, I'm chosen
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it
You bitches bogus (Bogus)
Bitch, I'm chosen (Bitch)
Bitch (I'm chosen)
You bitches bogus
Aye, damn damn damn
Chosen
And another one, bitch
Chosen
Bitch
No Swishers
Aye-aye-aye-aye
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it (I can't fold it)
You bitches bogus
Bitch, I'm chosen (Haha)
You bitches bogus (I'm chosen, bitch)
Bitch, I'm riding a two seater like a biker (Ahh)
Tote the heat, call me piper
One shot pop it, call me striker
Got a lighter
Roll this dutch up with this fire
Toss the lighter
Catch his ass on fire (Haha)
Bitch
Paper chasing, call me an addict
Don't pass me no blunts
I'm higher than an attic
I do the math quick
Add it and subtract it (Aye)
Practice makes perfect
So bitch, I practice
Bring that stress
Post traumatic
I get the bag
Flip it and tumble it
Call it acrobatics (Aye-aye-aye)
He tried to cuff me
But, I trapped him
Oh, that's your man bitch
That's tragic (Tragic)
That's tragic
Bitch, I'm chosen (Chosen)
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it (Bitch)
You bitches bogus (Bogus)
Bitch, I'm chosen (Bitch)
Bitch (Aye-aye)
You bitches bogus
Bitch, I'm chosen
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it
You bitches bogus
Bitch, I'm chosen
Bitch (Ah-ah-ah)
You bitches bogus (Everybody knows that)
Switch from a stick
Now I'm driving automatic
Just switched my stick, tech
Shootin' semi-automatic (du-du-du-du-du-du)
I stole yo bitch, back (Quick here you go)
She too dramatic (Blah blah blah)
Short any money, man
That's problematic
I chase the money
Catch me in traffic (Skur skur)
Shop with me, you got options
Paper, or plastic
Don't fuck with me
You know I'm blasting (Bap-bap-bap
One to the head, two to the chest
That shits graphic
I'm focused
You distracted
My plug called (Hello)
Only words I had was "that's fantastic"
He slid on me with a bag that's massive
Stay the fuck from 'round me, social distance
I don't pay for shit, every day for me is Christmas
I'm never starving
Got the cheddar and the biscuits
Living by the code, but it's not written
I speak him into existence
Now a bitch gotta sit down and listen
Damn damn damn
Bitch, I'm chosen
Everybody knows it
I got money, I can't fold it
You bitches bogus (Bogus)
Bitch, I'm chosen (Bitch)
Bitch (I'm chosen)
You bitches bogus
Aye, damn damn damn
Chosen
And another one, bitch
Chosen
Bitch
No Swishers
Aye-aye-aye-aye
Credits
Writer(s): Diana Ellmers
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