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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mickele Lamond Ingram
Mickele Lamond Ingram
Songwriter

Texty

Tell me your name, you've been chosen to
Everybody knows, you've been chosen to
Tell me your name, you've been chosen to
Everybody knows, you've been chosen to
I wake up getting money when you broke, you know them hoes get funny
I be having a pocket full of paper, they still won't get nothing from me
I got all this motherfuckin' member tellin' problems like, come from me
I run through that bag, postin' the trap off so I can't have no copy
Uh, talkin' all that dumb shit, he get wrapped up, mami
It be like 200 in the whip when I ride around with gully
I just part a four-up, ****, this bitch muddy
****, if that chopstick miss you, it's gon' hit your buddy
I'm with Barley on the schoolie skull, bitch, you know how we rock
You know that G-Lock trimmer, ****, Fro-Mack ****' bodies drop
You know I'm from the trash, double threes, I feel like Scottie, nah
I be like, fuck the opps, we smokin' dead ass, that shit got me hot
I'm tweakin', they can't stop me now, you know this shit on the floor
****, you know how I go, might push some shit through for your hoe
Post up in the spot, we got some choppers, hey, bro, watch that door
Send a plate of bone, you know I spread that shit around for sure
Brown skin, so I'm swimmin', look like Kelly Rowland
Get behind it like I'm Drake, I'm tryna control it
Know I keep it low, I don't do the postin
Catch **** off, they be strikin' posies
Playin' with them bands, we gon' rock and roll them
Can't trip, seen that door, **** been foldin
Stood tall through it all, I'm a real soldier
Taller back, be spendin' all, this shit hit her ovaries
Since a youngin' knew to get it, keep somethin' in motion
I know you smell the money, your skills do it wrong
I'm about sauce on the wings when I'm in town
Ain't no lover, we can't come and have no sit down
Fuck blood, I done seen how **** get down
Quick to switch sides, where other **** get round
If it's bout some hunnids, shit a **** probably in route
Granny always told me, stay a hunnid, it make sense now
Schoolie scope, buy whatever, let the price be right
**** back, ain't got no motion, them boys be shoppin' light
SKS with the 50 round, get green with the lights
Ain't talkin' bout money, then your life won't ever be right
A hunnid floors off the telly, it's gon' be a long night
Got one-on-ones for days, then the pack is dealin', be takin' flight
Could've broke the back off your hoe, but she wasn't my type
Chrome her, got tired of fake love, put my shit on ice
Tell me your name
You've been chosen to
Everybody knows
You've been chosen to
Tell me your name
You've been chosen to
Everybody knows
You've been chosen to
Written by: Mickele Lamond Ingram
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