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Trippie Redd - Chosen (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White IV
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, huh (Yeah), why would you say that? (Say that?) I knew that lil' bitch from way back Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (Slay that bit') Yeah, she gon' obey that (Yeah, yeah) Told her clean up her act, where the maids at? I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas (Hah) Uh, blowin' this dope (Dope) Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold They just mad 'cause I was chosen (Yeah, chosen) Because I was chosen (Chose), 'cause I was chosen (Chose) I'ma ball out like DeRozan (Yeah, ball) Fuckin' this bitch and she clothe-less Yeah, I'ma go get in my mode, bitch (Get in my mode) Gettin' this money, stay focused Movin' around in a motion (Motion) Yeah, these pussy niggas be bogus (Yeah) Big choppa do no reloadin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shootin' these niggas like "Oh, shit" (Bah) Damn, I'ma up the fire, fire, fire (Yeah) Shirt all red, tie-dye, dye, dye (Yeah) Pussy nigga you dead, you gon' die, die, die (Yeah) Runnin' from the feds, homicide-cide-cide Yeah, mama gon' cry, cry, cry Get them tears out your eye, eye, eye Treat the pussy like a motherfuckin' prize-prize-prize You pussy Yeah, huh (Yeah), why would you say that? (Say that?) I knew that lil' bitch from way back Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (Slay that bit') Yeah, she gon' obey that (Yeah, yeah) Told her clean up her act, where the maids at? I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas (Hah) Uh, blowin' this dope (Dope) Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold They just mad 'cause I was chosen (Yeah, chosen) Because I was chosen (Chose), 'cause I was chosen (Chose) I'ma ball out like DeRozan (Yeah, ball) Fuckin' this bitch and she clothe-less Yeah, had to dirty up my Sprite (My Sprite) Fuckin' this bitch all night (All night) Two million dollars on some motherfucking ice Shawty just left but I'm still real right, yeah (Still real right) Told a little bitch bye-bye I'ma still enjoy my night (Uh) I'ma still enjoy my high, yeah (Uh) I got ice like a freezer Little baby an eater (Woo) I do not need her (Woo) My lil' baby a keeper (Yeah) I got cheese like a pizza (Yeah) No Little Caesars (Yeah) I'm too big, ain't no meter (Yeah) Smoking dope, Wiz Khalifa Keep me a niña Your bitch fast like a cheetah I'm with all of the slimes, and bitch, and we B'd up Yeah, huh (Yeah), why would you say that? (Say that?) I knew that lil' bitch from way back Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (Slay that bit') Yeah, she gon' obey that (Yeah, yeah) Told her clean up her act, where the maids at? I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas (Hah) Uh, blowin' this dope (Dope) Fuckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold They just mad 'cause I was chosen (Yeah, chosen) Because I was chosen (Chose), 'cause I was chosen (Chose) I'ma ball out like DeRozan (Yeah, ball) Fuckin' this bitch and she clothe-less
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Michael Lamar Ii White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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