Testo Choosin' - THEY.
Testo della canzone Choosin' (THEY.), tratta dall'album LOVE.JONES
You don't love a nigga, know you had a nigga
Know you worldwide, know you're handlin' it
You don't love a nigga (you don't love a nigga)
You don't love a nigga (you don't love a nigga)
Get you one or two ('til we on ten)
Rollin' up again (ay)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
She don't really love me (she don't really love me) (let's go)
She just want the money (what about the money, babe?)
Dolo, but she choosin' (dolo, but she choosin')
She say, "I know what you doing" (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'), ooh
She don't really love me (she don't really love me)
So I can't really trust it (I can't really trust it, babe)
Way too caught up in the fast life (cught up in the fast life)
She's just using me to pass time, uh (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin')
Uh, new whip (new whip)
Wood grain, I'm glidin' (glidin')
New chick, Fort Laudy
Shotgun, she ridin' (she ridin')
Moët, pour that (pour that)
She wet, I'm slidin' (slidin')
Gold teeth, I'm cocky (yeah, yeah)
She Rih, I'm Rocky
Oh, you runnin' from the truth, don't hide (yeah, yeah)
I know you tryna play both sides (both sides)
How am I 'posed to let that slide?
Oh, I (yeah, yeah)
She don't really love me (she don't really love me)
She just want the money (what about the money, babe?)
Dolo, but she choosin' (dolo, but she choosin', yeah, yeah)
She say, "I know what you doing" (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin') (let's go), ooh
She don't really love me (she don't really love me)
So I can't really trust it (I can't really trust it, babe)
Way too caught up in the fast life (caught up in the fast life)
She's just using me to pass time, uh (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin')
I can tell the way you talk to me, so rude (so rude)
You ain't never really had a nigga call you, "I'm yo' boo" (yo' boo)
You don't really wanna lock it down, just fuck around, that's cool (that's cool)
It's dark days 'fore I let a shawty try to play me, I ain't no fool (let's go)
New whip, wood grain, I'm glidin' (glidin')
New chick, Fort Laudy
Shotgun, she ridin' (she ridin')
Moët, pour that (pour that)
She wet, I'm slidin' (slidin')
Gold teeth, I'm cocky (yeah)
She Rih, I'm Rocky
She don't really love me (she don't really love me) (let's go)
She just want the money (what about the money, babe?)
Dolo, but she choosin' (dolo, but she choosin')
Baby, I know what you doing (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'), ooh
She don't really love me (she don't really love me)
So I can't really trust it (I can't really trust it, babe)
Way too caught up in the fast life (caught up in the fast life)
She's just using me to pass time, uh (choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin')
Yeah
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Writer(s): Dante Jones, Andrew Langston Neely, Caleb Contreras
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