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Yeah, Get Choze, uh Go in, so militant Yeah, look, doin' what they say couldn't, dodgin' every stereotype She just want me in the womb, spoonin' with her every night Nah, it can't go down, unless the revenue is right It's not that you a bad bitch, but right now, I'm on a different height Sendin' everythin' in sight, yeah, that's always been my motto But when the bitch blow for you, a hard pill to swallow Sendin' death threats, she show me every single text In that moment right there, I know this bitch ain't shit But you came goofy, niggas believe all these hoes Same nigga had your baby mama sniff and blow This year, I told myself to stay away from drama And don't go anywhere unless I got my llama Rock up with big horses, shout out to Eda, baby Bitch, this the movement, I said she gotta pay me A wise man told me, "Get that bread by any means And hard work, it get you anywhere you wanna be" I take a sip and let my mind vent Just know whenever I spit on the beat, my shit is timeless You couldn't move a crowd with that gibberish The way I move now (so militant) Focus, head on swivel New, new state of mind, new money I gotta get to Everythin' could change in a split second The fact remain, never let 'em see you sweatin' I'ma be stubborn to my deathbed Told lil' mama if she ready, let's get this bread Me and you against the world, though That's somethin' that we all really want, though A bitch that score a whole did yearn in every way And when my day hard, I'd take away the pain Yeah, no end to the problem, more like, tryna solve it You tell my name regardless The love is fake, the hate is real You can go home or you can come and chill I got bottles of oval clicked on the rocks And a bezel on my watch keep all comin' nonstop Took it from the bench to a starter When we met, I ain't had the holler She knew ours bought them dollars, fly is a gangster image PRPs hangin' off my ass like I ain't got no sense Waves on tsunami, money in my pocket, though Tens told me keep it pimpin' if I ain't got a hoe We send 'em in, we send 'em in, we send some mole You feelin' some type of way, don't call it yo-ho You lyin' in your raps, niggas ain't pimpin' I eat filet mignon steak with the shrimp in I was raised in this lifestyle Need my money right now, then we can reconcile Get Choze (I'm not here to stay) feed you That's what I tell her, that's what I tell her now (and I'll be on my way) They come and go, they come and go (I'm not here to stay) Yeah (really all I need), so militant
Writer(s): Bobby Spraggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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