paroles de chanson Choosin' - Ybb Steve

100k got the drop on a op he goin slide on his block with the glock and then leave that boy stuck
Don't give a fuck bout your block or your glock or your top boy you niggas dont want it with us
I'm walkin round with them bands in my pants throw the hands cuz you know I ain't giving it up
He want beef the beef then come see what it be with big Steve we both know that I ain't gettin touched

I got a question since all of these niggas is bitches how the fuck could I be scared?
Plus I'm that nigga anyone can get it I'm slumpin shit over don't care if you big
Don't need a weapon I'm a knock a chest in I'm stretchin em out like he layin in a bed
None of these niggas really really with it they bitches, go put some bread on my head

I'm street, but I ain't as mean as you think
I can really be your king, and I can treat you like a queen
I'm money chasin I'm a feign, we could ride in a beamer
Shoot a movie like a theatre, we could be livin a dream

Let's go take a ride
Inna whip catch vibe
Mood swing like a vine
I want you to be mine
I don't wanna waste your time
No I don't do the lyin
Pushin you to the line
I want you on my side

I'm fuckin it up with the two step, now me and your bitch in a two seat
I told you that girl is a chooser, and she know I'm a boss she goin choose me
I'm winnin I'm winnin you losin, to be honest she tired of the goofies
Belt designer get beat with the Gucci
Designer get beat with the gu-cc-ii (Aye)

We got the speakers, boomin
Bro got the ossh, the cool breeze
Bro got that nine, the Drew Brees
I'm drippin and droppin in Suitland

Concentratin on a paper trail to get the cake I just know I could do it
Contemplatin on a come up big money runnin I'm crankin the music

Let's go take a ride
Inna whip catch vibe
Mood swing like a vine
I want you to be mine
I don't wanna waste your time
No I don't do the lyin
Pushin you to the line
I want you on my side

I'm fuckin it up with the two step, now me and your bitch in a two seat
I told you that girl is a chooser, and she know I'm a boss she goin choose me
I'm winnin I'm winnin you losin, to be honest she tired of the goofies
Belt designer get beat with the Gucci
Designer get beat with the gu-cc-ii (Aye)

We got the speakers, boomin
Bro got the ossh, the cool breeze
Bro got that nine, the Drew Brees
I'm drippin and droppin in Suitland

Concentratin on a paper trail to get the cake I just know I could do it
Contemplatin on a come up big money runnin I'm crankin the music

(Yeah, young big boss, selfmade, selfpaid, selfways
I'm sixteen and I'm comin with the crank, bad lil bitch gota give her ass a?
I ain't fuckin that bitch that lil pussy stank, I don't know im just t'd up in this thang, yeah)