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Chosen Lyrics - Artist : Money Man
(C-C-CorMill)
I got them hundreds on me and they blue like a Smurf She my lil' rider, put racks in her purse I lost some partners to violence, it hurt Walk out the bank with a dub and then smirk I drop a check on his head and he murked I want that vibe right there, under her skirt I got them shottas, I put 'em to work I got that pack from the West and it's potent Made it this far, so I feel like I'm chosen Millions on millions I'm nettin' and grossin' Nigga just hatin', his trap don't got motion I spit the realest shit ever been spoken AR with shoulder strap cause a commotion Oh, he a boss? I'ma come and demote him They come up short, I'ma slap a promoter When you got smoke, you cannot show no weakness Think about money so much, I was sleepless Niggas snitched on me, that shit had me speechless My shit be different, I'm showin' uniqueness I need your pussy, bae, I swear I need it Hop in that SRT and started speedin' I hit that Epidemic, then go to Venus I'm in Balenciaga, I'm the cleanest I just wanna see you pop that pussy for me Went and bought some sticks, I heard they lookin' for me Probably stole from me, they never took in front of me We ain't catch a felony, we just gettin' money Shit just gettin' better, I'm just gettin' richer Ain't no time to hang, fuck these petty niggas All my jewelry cold, I can start a blizzard Always on go, I stay ready, nigga I be havin' weight, I'm a heavy nigga This a double R, not a Chevy, nigga Chopper with the knife, I beheaded niggas Too much pillow talking, too much telling, nigga Ridin' in the Demon, havin' evil thoughts I just want the check, ain't no time for thots Ain't no jail time, ain't no gettin' caught I'ma hit the gas, I'ma get lost She just want the top dog of this shit Hit the mall and then ball like a bitch On the drank, it got me fallin' and shit Clientele keep on callin' and shit Big body, I be cruisin' and shit Plugs love me, I be movin' this shit I'm solid, dawg, I be oozin' this shit Ain't believe me, I be provin' this shit I got them hundreds on me and they blue like a Smurf She my lil' rider, put racks in her purse I lost some partners to violence, it hurt Walk out the bank with a dub and then smirk I drop a check on his head and he murked I want that vibe right there, under her skirt I got them shottas, I put 'em to work I got that pack from the West and it's potent Made it this far, so I feel like I'm chosen Millions on millions I'm nettin' and grossin' Nigga just hatin', his trap don't got motion I spit the realest shit ever been spoken AR with shoulder strap cause a commotion Oh, he a boss? I'ma come and demote him They come up short, I'ma slap a promoter (CorMill, these niggas sound crazy) |
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