CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : My Choices*
This is the life I chose, I can't be mad at nobody but myself
N***as be too strapped up, ain't talkin' 'bout no belt
We don't talk, we just gon' kill, somebody got killed
I get off the Percs, I don't know how I feel
Let me be honest, we totin' them rockets
You know that I f**ked in the finest
You want some smoke, you know you can't dodge it
Somebody dying, you know she locked in
Puttin' my hands on you
N***a it's the juice, or the tool
And they know they can't win
They callin' a truce, they know what to do
I count racks up, dog food
I had to tell her to come through
N***a you know that we stick and we move
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h 'cause she cute
Bringin' that b*t*h over, n***a then we do what we do
That ain't your b*t*h, boy let her loose
I'm f**kin up the Wock' and Tris too
F**kin' the bag up off juice
I give her the cup, she sip a cup
Baby you doin' too much
I told her she gotta go
Don't gotta put on a show
Pull up, n***a I'ma blow
Spend a two piece on my toes
I get high and I buy me some clothes
The life that I live, it can't be exposed
They already know
I'm reaching my goals I gotta get rolls
I'm goin' so dumb
You think that I need me some help
B*t*h so bad
I'm 'bout to buy her a belt
I'm in the trap with a elf
That boy just bought a feature, his mama a MILF
I get to these racks, you try to stop us somebody get killed
This is the life I chose, I can't be mad at nobody but myself
N***as be too strapped up, ain't talkin' 'bout no belt
We don't talk, we just gon' kill, somebody got killed
I get off the Percs, I don't know how I feel
Let me be honest, we totin' them rockets
You know that I f**ked in the finest
You want some smoke, you know you can't dodge it
Somebody dying, you know she locked in
Yeah
N***as be too strapped up, ain't talkin' 'bout no belt
We don't talk, we just gon' kill, somebody got killed
I get off the Percs, I don't know how I feel
Let me be honest, we totin' them rockets
You know that I f**ked in the finest
You want some smoke, you know you can't dodge it
Somebody dying, you know she locked in
Puttin' my hands on you
N***a it's the juice, or the tool
And they know they can't win
They callin' a truce, they know what to do
I count racks up, dog food
I had to tell her to come through
N***a you know that we stick and we move
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h 'cause she cute
Bringin' that b*t*h over, n***a then we do what we do
That ain't your b*t*h, boy let her loose
I'm f**kin up the Wock' and Tris too
F**kin' the bag up off juice
I give her the cup, she sip a cup
Baby you doin' too much
I told her she gotta go
Don't gotta put on a show
Pull up, n***a I'ma blow
Spend a two piece on my toes
I get high and I buy me some clothes
The life that I live, it can't be exposed
They already know
I'm reaching my goals I gotta get rolls
I'm goin' so dumb
You think that I need me some help
B*t*h so bad
I'm 'bout to buy her a belt
I'm in the trap with a elf
That boy just bought a feature, his mama a MILF
I get to these racks, you try to stop us somebody get killed
This is the life I chose, I can't be mad at nobody but myself
N***as be too strapped up, ain't talkin' 'bout no belt
We don't talk, we just gon' kill, somebody got killed
I get off the Percs, I don't know how I feel
Let me be honest, we totin' them rockets
You know that I f**ked in the finest
You want some smoke, you know you can't dodge it
Somebody dying, you know she locked in
Yeah
