Lyrics:
Chozen
Written and performed by Derrell
It took me a while to learn
That I can't hold others to the same standards
That I hold myself too
And I
my backhand
R. Kelly get pissed on, show you what's happening
Real lethal nigga give a fuck about your grandad
Anybody can get it including your fam
the gas
Know u niggas smell it
Yea I said double r not R Kelly
I can't lay up on a bitch
Ion do jellies
And I'm getting to the racks
Got these niggas
somewhere down the line, a lot of suckas came
Yeah ain't talkin' shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jags are black his eyes like the are-Kelly mask (ah)
You
She like it when I hit it from the bottom to the top
Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride
Cruisin' in the sun side
Fast money, fast life
Niggas
on til' you're on the list
You don't put your name on everything than really you don't exist
You may want to play the game
But baby I'm over it (over it
on that Stevie Wonder now it's Frankie Beverly
I done seen days go crazy, time fly by
Maybe it was yesterday or maybe sixty-five
Peace then war, sworn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
on some twins
Sippin' Hen smokin' indica bomb
And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone
I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real
Don't need a feature, I got it all in by myself, I'm goin' all in
One AM, we argue 'til the mornin'
Don't ask me why I weren't callin'
In the Cullinan,
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
I'm Kelly Slater
I don't talk it, I live it like a demonstrator
I'm back on my bullshit like Penn and Teller, yeah
Hair lookin' like I been in
Your honor he is guilty, but we don’t call it sin
He sealed his fate at six years when he let Luke Kelly in
Before he knew of punk rock he could sing
It goes, Make money money. Make money money
Wake up every mornin’ and perform, shit it takes somethin’ from ya
Goes, “Fake money money.” Fate funny,
La dee da dee won't you come with me to party
We can party til the break of dawn shake it all night long
La dee da dee won't you come with me
I'm with your bitch and she slurrin'
She suck on the dick 'til she burp
She suck on the dick 'til she burp
Ooh, you must got the nerve
Ooh, you must got
know you have another lover but I do not the care"
"Me and you be doin the nasty.."
"Doin it right til the mornin light"
"Me and you be doin
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
consummatin', light it up like a constellation
So how how long you trying to go
Til' the mornin'
Sure you can handle that
Ight lets see
We gone light up
the guys
Then you ain't my Slime
You getting hit by the squad
Like you can't date a Slime
Bad bitch popping her shit
A dime with a .nine
Mad that I'm
Your girl is fiening man come get your hoe
Shit I might hit it she know I'm a pro
Hit from the back while I'm clutching my pole
Robbing this bitch Ima
something? Meet me at the Deli
I'm on my way don't play wit the fetty
You Dirty negas... still smoke Reggie
Nasty wit 16's
R Kelly
Speaking of 16's god
with me
Take me by the hand, feel the chemistry
Losing track of time in the ecstasy
It's getting out of hand, it's just you and me
And we are never going
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