Pouya, Allan Kingdom & Bobby Raps - Chosen | Текст песни

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• Pouya, Allan Kingdom & Bobby Raps
• Chosen

[Verse 1: Pouya]
I need me a purebred well-fed white woman
With a low IQ, know I do
So I choose to do what I want
[?] hurtin' the stomach just like the Taco Bell do
She be [?]
Told her "I just wanna be inside your throat like the flute"
Give me about a week or two
I'll weaken you just by the way that I speak to you
Not to mention that Smith and Wesson keep 'em steppin'
Second guessin' if they should fuck with me
Man my life is so lovely
I only been alive fucked up
Still never pulled up to any club
I'm gettin' money while I beat my dick
[?] for the internet
Never had a manager but I'm a man of my word
Young [?] Cadillac swerve by the curb

[Verse 2: Allan Kingdom]
Never sold purp but I'm fresh outta work
Minimum wage, I don't [?] on a Saturday
Fresh out the pussy and fresh out the dirt
Life is a movie, I'm fresh out the matinee
Tell the whole office accept what I'm worth
Tell my old bosses I left cause I had to [?]
Bitch I'm a faxer, aye
And bitches are after me
They chase me so that's where I leave behind me
They gotta be faster, chasing this bastard
Bitch I don't ask for dates
Bitch I don't ask for bae
I tell you do give it or [?]
[?] like a cast away

[Verse 3: Bobby Raps]
Bitches fuckin' up
Bitches fuckin' turnt
You just fuckin' jock
This really my life
Can't believe I survived
Glad I'm still alive
[?] 9 to 5, I do what I want, end of discussion
Nothin' beats breaking bread with the people I came up with
I'm 'bout my bread like Panera
Bitch I'm a pun like intendence
Get the bigger picture, whole panorama
Them dudes you ain't heard of, them big dogs you scared of
Swear on my life there's no [?]
I'll turn your crib in to Amsterdam
My bitches, they'll make you say "Dammit man"
Your bitches, they look like the [?]
Jump out the gym [?] like Steven [?]
These kids think I'm Adrian Peterson
Pussy boy get out your feelings
You know you a clown, kill yourself, Robin Williams
Talking shit, I could give a fuck about a bitch
Mad at them shows, take it all out on me
When you want some real shit, shit you could count on me

[Outro: Pouya]

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