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letra de the chosen nigga - bill wailey

[verse]
young n-gga lovin’ to chill around in these places
he be eatin’ food on motherf-ckin’ plates
’till i saw someone makin’ fun of me
so i told him the harsh truth, that jus’ pleased me
i am the man with the plan and do sh-t accordingly
before i buy sum’, i check the d-mn affordability
rest in piece to daddy, n-gga died when i was eight
he knows i’m doin’ sum’ with my life, d-mn straight
don’t mean to call him a n-gga, i just talk different
i dress different too and i’m lovin my fragrance
sometimes i don’t like what people do to me
i was with rajеsh the other day, got songs for me
talkеd ’bout life and what life do to you and sh-t
so when you depend on n-ggas, you are a tit
best man at my n-gga’s wedding, i just know
he never found a dumb excuse to tell me “no”
motherf-ck the dancin’ that we’ll do at a wedding
the throne really made a song ’bout otis redding
the other day, i once talked to a quiet b-tch
lookin’ out for my homies now, they like to snitch
exchanged numbers, that b-tch got that good good
when i f-ck her one day, it gon’ be good good
okay, stunna man, you got some weed to roll up
d-mn, my n-gga’s birthday right now, gotta show up
loverman is me, kissin’ b-tches on their soft necks
don’t want side chicks, they’ll turn to home wrecks
real n-gga is me, always lookin’ out for ’em, n-gga
tell everybody that will bailey is gettin’ bigger
don’t get why we still wear masks these days
okay, seriously don’t get what this b-tch says
glass wine sippin’, bad b-tch gettin’, that’s me
fine wine sippin’, bad boy f-ckin’ it’s that b-tch
in the new age b-tch, f-ck off with that 2010 sh-t
that was eleven years ago n-gga, get over it
f-ck the virus n-gga, when am i vaccinated?
d-mn, issa lot of sh-t that i procastinated
it’s over, it’s done, we done, f-ck empathy
delete, block, remove, n-gga f-ck sympathy
hope you alright thou, n-gga won’t love you like me
now you wanna get back wit’ me, come f-ck me
jus’ kiddin’, i’ll never get back with my exes
technology evolved so get outta here with your faxes
bailey gang gon’ f-ck the club up and it’s on sight
now my eyes got blinded ’cause of a strobe light
knock knock, h-llo, there’s a real n-gga steppin’ in
tell him there’s nothing that you tellin’ him
got this drip on gang, so definitely not cappin’
who wanna sip sum’ lean and get back to trappin’
oh no, bad b-tch wanna get intimate very soon
nah bro, don’t wanna get intimate, it’s noon
go ‘head girl, wanna f-ck her ’cause her ass thicker
then my exes, oh sh-t he called me the chosen n-gga

- bill wailey

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