Choose
Who to choose
I gave up half my bread and I still got
More to lose
This girl just left me on read
It's got me hot cuz it's more to prove
I swear she's got in my head
Way more than you
She Street smart from CLU
I was on the move
She was staying true
I was living in the red
Her face was going blue
All them lies I used to spread
I would treat her like a fed
She prolly wanted me dead
I prolly didn't have a clue
She prolly couldn't let me go
Had to act brand new
Lotta feelings didn't show
Lot of me that she would lose
I would blame it on before
Really my heart turned cold
I was tar, she was snow
Who knew this would be the glue
None of these girls don't play nice
Can't even cook up white rice
Random niggas that buy they ice
They know the game, and it's real precise
But you ain't come with a price
With you I ain't rollin dice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure
Who to choose
I gave up half my bread and I still got
More to lose
This girl just left me on read
It's got me hot cuz it's more to prove
I swear she's got in my head
Way more than you
She street smart, street smart
Who to choose
I gave up half my bread and I still got
More to lose
This girl just left me on read
It's got me hot cuz it's more to prove
I swear she's got in my head
Way more than you
She Street smart from CLU
I been on a spree
Shop for her every week
Flower runs, Godiva treats
Birkin bags, Amiri jeans
No hesi', I pull up clean
She in love with finer things
She in love shining on tings
I'm in love with buying her things
I'm in love with getting her right
Dreams of taking vacant flights
Dreams of ending all her plight
Ain't one you pull up on for the night
I believe in doing 'em right
She got a problem then I'm on sight
None of these girl should have you tight
None of these girls don't have a right
None of these girls don't play nice
They can't even cook up white rice
Ion know the niggas that buy they ice
They know the game, and it's real precise
But you ain't come with a price
With you I ain't rollin dice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure
Mm
I gave up half my bread and I still got
More to lose
This girl just left me on read
It's got me hot cuz it's more to prove
I swear she's got in my head
Way more than you
She Street smart from CLU
I was on the move
She was staying true
I was living in the red
Her face was going blue
All them lies I used to spread
I would treat her like a fed
She prolly wanted me dead
I prolly didn't have a clue
She prolly couldn't let me go
Had to act brand new
Lotta feelings didn't show
Lot of me that she would lose
I would blame it on before
Really my heart turned cold
I was tar, she was snow
Who knew this would be the glue
None of these girls don't play nice
Can't even cook up white rice
Random niggas that buy they ice
They know the game, and it's real precise
But you ain't come with a price
With you I ain't rollin dice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure
Who to choose
I gave up half my bread and I still got
More to lose
This girl just left me on read
It's got me hot cuz it's more to prove
I swear she's got in my head
Way more than you
She street smart, street smart
Who to choose
I gave up half my bread and I still got
More to lose
This girl just left me on read
It's got me hot cuz it's more to prove
I swear she's got in my head
Way more than you
She Street smart from CLU
I been on a spree
Shop for her every week
Flower runs, Godiva treats
Birkin bags, Amiri jeans
No hesi', I pull up clean
She in love with finer things
She in love shining on tings
I'm in love with buying her things
I'm in love with getting her right
Dreams of taking vacant flights
Dreams of ending all her plight
Ain't one you pull up on for the night
I believe in doing 'em right
She got a problem then I'm on sight
None of these girl should have you tight
None of these girls don't have a right
None of these girls don't play nice
They can't even cook up white rice
Ion know the niggas that buy they ice
They know the game, and it's real precise
But you ain't come with a price
With you I ain't rollin dice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure and you still entice
You keep it pure
Mm
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Thabang Gomba, Thabo Martin Ngubane, Tshidiso Mapulane
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