Choosin - Curren$y et Rick Ross et Wiz Khalifa Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Choosin de Curren$y, Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa

Choosin est une chanson de Curren$y, Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa pour laquelle les lyrics ont été ajoutés le 01/02/2013.

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Curren$y
Daytime - lights on
Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it
I don't hide, bitch, I'm high when I'm in public
Even in my everyday ride I be stuntin'
This is nothin', really, you should see me Sunday
I'm from New Orleans, love, so you know how I'm comin'
Hop out that impala, left the motor runnin'
There's my lil' homies front that store, they ain't gon' touch it
"spitta, where you goin'?"
I'm finna make the money
I come through in that bread truck, everybody hungry
I be tryna keep it low, but the streets be talkin'
I heard they think I'm sellin' dope, on them walkie-talkies
They worse than them bitches, them bitches be stalkin'
Outside checkin' for which car a nigga parked in
She said she from belize, but she can speak ferrari
I roll that tree and write a song about it in the morning


[Refrain] Curren$y
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it

Wiz Khalifa
Pull up pushin' buttons, blowin' og like it's nothin'
Marijuana fussin', smokin' loud, it's no discussion
Black and yellow, black and yellow, somethin' out of nothin'
Choppers like the russians, bust your head, that's a concussion
Full-time grinder, all-the-time hustlin'
Bitch I'm from the 'burg, so you know that I be thuggin'
Made it from the bottom so in god we put our trust in
Certified stoner, get up raw and put a nug in
'raris, 'raris, 'raris, Lamborghini, hara-kiri
Suicidal doors, tell the owner I said "sorry"
Pull up in that uno, pockets felt like sumo
Taylor gang or die, jet la, la, la, la...

[Refrain] Curren$y

Rick Ross
My homies, we sold pills, the motive is chrome wheels
Pullin' up to club live, makin' them hoes peel
My niggas was way trill, wardrobe was unreal
My cuban was spanish gold, so vintage was my gazelles
I'm talkin' the facts of life, can I just have a slice?
Backseats at the game, 'bron havin' a night
Let 'em go check the stats, 'cause all I want is the racks
Even movin' the merch, I'm gettin' sixty a hat
Mcm on my luggae, reebok makin' me butter
Be hittin' cuban cigars, bumbaclot, he think he does this
Double m, we the hottest on the fuckin' turf
I'm goin' straight to heaven, crib built like a church

Curren$y
Pull up in that... and them bitches start choosin'
Choosin', choosin', choosin', choosin'
Pull off in that... and them haters gon' lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it



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