chosen - yaeknows lyrics
(hook w/tray charles btw)
yea i be backwood rollin’, loud pack smokin’
mess around & get ya bad miss stolen
hands up for ’em, why they got the handcuffs on ’em?
they see a real player, yea you know it
they fakin’ & we notice, pure player punch get chosen
two cold white hoes, no frozen
corner store smokin’
catch me on the north side, posted
or the south chillin’ with the coldest, you know it
(verse 1)
pinstripe jersey, tre deuce on my back (shaq)
city on my back, the same one that’s on my hat
only all the time you might see ya cousin dipped
not to mention that, loud crummies out the bag, woadie
i be in the function sippin’ rosé round the click
rollin’ up the spliffs, got the trees, where’s the gifts?
stogies or a chick, i just gotta have a hit
calm ya homie down, st–ze mob we wildn’ out boy
off tre deuces, poor em ’til the death
we don’t f-ck wit grey gooses, henny for the set
blue blowin’ up my line, told me “where it’s at?”
told ’em shortly i’ma slide & pull up with the rest, hold on
i’ma take the weed, you could keep the chick, breh
i need to take a leave, cuddy say i’m sick
got me weavin’ through the streets, f-ck let’s take a trip
bro i need another p, had to skip skip now we
(hook w/tray charles btw)
yea i be backwood rollin’, loud pack smokin’
mess around & get ya bad miss stolen
hands up for ’em, why they got the handcuffs on ’em?
they see a real player, yea you know it
they fakin’ & we notice, pure player punch get chosen
two cold white hoes, no frozen
corner store smokin’
catch me on the north side, posted
or the south chillin’ with the coldest, you know it
(verse 2)
it’s goin down in a h-ll of mode
pay me now, get a h-ll of a show
tear it down then we bailin’ on fo’s
how they sound when we ready to go
yo baby, chill ’til the next episode
i been tryna make a play, alright
then my phone got bright, it’s kim sayin she can slay all night
if you lucky i could change y’all life
short days long nights, sremmlife boo, i love all types
look in the mail, big checks kinda likeoff-white
celebrate the good times gettin high off life
long ways from the days gettin mine off flight
i’m on the way around the world plane gang y’all life
plain jane no ice, status symbol i done made out tight
locs on though it’s late at night
i seen it all, be a boss, be a ross if you play that right
don’t get involved if you ain’t that kind see i’m
(hook w/tray charles btw)
yea i be backwood rollin’, loud pack smokin’
mess around & get ya bad miss stolen
hands up for ’em, why they got the handcuffs on ’em?
they see a real player, yea you know it
they fakin’ & we notice, pure player punch get chosen
two cold white hoes, no frozen
corner store smokin’
catch me on the north side, posted
or the south chillin’ with the coldest, you know it
(outro)
front, back, side to side
you know the ritual top drop dippin’ low
bow tie dippin’ slow loud pack hit it bro
big bag get it though zzz zzt hit the road
front, back, side to side
you know the ritual top drop dippin’ low
bow tie dippin’ slow loud pack hit it bro
big bag get it though zzz zzt hit the road
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