One time for the girls with the right shoes
Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose
That's probably what you all will choose
Magazines who at times seem to misuse
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
Instead of pathetic dependence, choose prophetic transcendence
Did you choose to have parents?
Rub the wood and ima show em love
What them tippers don't see
But you better choose carefully
This path i choose to walk alone
Blowing head back, bottles by the zone
Do i choose fun now? or do i choose fun later?
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
And for those who choose to abuse
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
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