Top Songs By Get Choze
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Spraggins
Songwriter
Lyrics
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
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