MoneySign Suede - She Gon’ Choose
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{verse 1: $uede}
I be out here fucking up like i ain’t shit
I’ll still hit a lick, still riding with the sticks
They say i gotta change but i like the way i live
Nigga why you mad, cause your bitch like my hits
Don’t be mad at me that your bitch on my dick
You can’t be mad, it is what it is
(?...) doing good still riding with a metal
Lately be feeling like i’m on a different level
I’m always steppin’ got my right foot on the pedal
I ain’t tripping bout the past but the past don’t wanna let go
I skip to distract never play with legos
Before i bought a whip i went and got a rental
Back then i never thought i’d be on instrumentals
Nah nigga fresh wit it, no mentals
I be so high, i’m in the sky
Shit like the way i dress she like the way i’m fly
If you got the juice you don’t gotta try
You gotta check your bitch, why is she on my line?
Her name ain’t natalie but she a nat
And i don’t even wanna tell you like that
When i fall off i bounce right back
I’m off a pill i can’t act right
Niggas wish, they could do what i do
Step like i step, move how i move
Niggas cap, spit no truth in the booth
Bitch i’m in the stu, i got my stick in her too
That nigga poppin’, i can fuck on your boo
Come and trip about my smoke like snoop
That bitch a thot, been around the whole crew
She don’t love you, that bitch gon’ choose
Aye this bitches been around and shit
Been around the whole crew, don’t feel special
She gon’ choose nigga
{verse 2: lil weirdo}
Yeah, and she gon’ choose quick
And every time i pull up, i pull a new bitch
(?...) in miami, i just busted on her new lips
She giving me neck and while she giving you excuses
Who need that work, i get to you in no time
And if i lag it’s cause my girl trippin’ or my phone died
I gets mine, i turn the ghetto into a gold mine
Who trippin’ in this bitch, he get hit with a clothesline
I’m on the rise, i’m the real mr. no co-sign
And bitch i’m outside like the porch lights
I’m getting to it, ain’t been home in like four nights
And he ain’t thuggin’, he in the house playing fortnite
And i done came a long way from back then
Gave her the boot, now that little bitch want back in
I’m lil k-dub the real band man
And bitch we out here balling like the pac ten
I’m lil k-dub the real band man
And bitch we out here balling like the pac ten
{verse 1: $uede}
I be out here fucking up like i ain’t shit
I’ll still hit a lick, still riding with the sticks
They say i gotta change but i like the way i live
Nigga why you mad, cause your bitch like my hits
Don’t be mad at me that your bitch on my dick
You can’t be mad, it is what it is
(?...) doing good still riding with a metal
Lately be feeling like i’m on a different level
I’m always steppin’ got my right foot on the pedal
I ain’t tripping bout the past but the past don’t wanna let go
I skip to distract never play with legos
Before i bought a whip i went and got a rental
Back then i never thought i’d be on instrumentals
Nah nigga fresh wit it, no mentals
I be so high, i’m in the sky
Shit like the way i dress she like the way i’m fly
If you got the juice you don’t gotta try
You gotta check your bitch, why is she on my line?
Her name ain’t natalie but she a nat
And i don’t even wanna tell you like that
When i fall off i bounce right back
I’m off a pill i can’t act right
Niggas wish, they could do what i do
Step like i step, move how i move
Niggas cap, spit no truth in the booth
Bitch i’m in the stu, i got my stick in her too
That nigga poppin’, i can fuck on your boo
Come and trip about my smoke like snoop
That bitch a thot, been around the whole crew
She don’t love you, that bitch gon’ choose
Aye this bitches been around and shit
Been around the whole crew, don’t feel special
She gon’ choose nigga
{verse 2: lil weirdo}
Yeah, and she gon’ choose quick
And every time i pull up, i pull a new bitch
(?...) in miami, i just busted on her new lips
She giving me neck and while she giving you excuses
Who need that work, i get to you in no time
And if i lag it’s cause my girl trippin’ or my phone died
I gets mine, i turn the ghetto into a gold mine
Who trippin’ in this bitch, he get hit with a clothesline
I’m on the rise, i’m the real mr. no co-sign
And bitch i’m outside like the porch lights
I’m getting to it, ain’t been home in like four nights
And he ain’t thuggin’, he in the house playing fortnite
And i done came a long way from back then
Gave her the boot, now that little bitch want back in
I’m lil k-dub the real band man
And bitch we out here balling like the pac ten
I’m lil k-dub the real band man
And bitch we out here balling like the pac ten
