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rudeboy - choosing كلمات الأغنية

it’s something bout me theses hoes can’t leave me alone
and i can’t f-ck cause she gone keep calling my phone
telling me how all she want is a little more
ain’t tryna hear it
i got a lady at home

she know that i’m choosin
i’m choosin
but i can’t leave my bain b-tch i’d be losing
i’m losing
can’t do this
swear if i ever took that lost i’d be foolish

my b-tch so bad
gotta go and get that bag
she complimenting my swag
when i say no she get mad, yea
diamonds came from my jeweler, yea
money making me cuter, yea
ex hoe she’s a losers, yea
where the f-ck is my shooters, at

i don’t wanna stop no more
i don’t wanna drop the top
get high, pull up on the block no more
all these rap n-ggas they ain’t really hot no more
aye, what you talking about

ruder
more hoes than hooters
dumb brain shorty needs a tutor
b-tch free cudda
all my n-ggas cooler
but shorty gunnna ride this d-ck like scooters, yea
ball like jardine scooper, aye
pockets fat like buddha, uh
f-ck you talking bout
she only f-ck with shooters
get wetter when i grill her, she
say that she love my gold t–th
i know they shine like trophies
these n-ggas tryna clone me
i swear

she know that i’m choosin
i’m choosin
but i can’t leave my main b-tch i’d be losing
i’m losing
can’t do this
swear if i ever took that lost i’d be foolish

all these n-ggas mad actors
why these n-ggas mad at us
bando
with yo hoe
who’s that in that ghost? casper
old -ss rappers never made it
mix tape dropped, we never played it

but that’s old news
got frosted flakes on my wrist
b-tch i’m the sh-t
get them n-ggas off my d-ck
why y’all all on my d-ck?
they looking sick
i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t
hol’up who you tryna diss?
i f-cked your b-tch
busted all on her lips
you n-ggas starving and sh-t
fumble and blitz
ion got sh-t to risk
b-tch im a dog michael vick

yea yea
but i’m choosing
swear i can’t lose my main b-tch ‘ i’d be stupid
i’m foolish, i’m foolish
i had to chris brown my old hoes and chuck the deuces
i keep that strap on me
don’t make me go in my bag homie
me i’m bout my cash homie
them n-ggas they be mad funny
but me i’m just choosing , i’m choosing
but if i ever lose my main b-tch then i’m losing

- rudeboy

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