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letra de mooch - sunshine christo

[chorus]
she ain’t choosing you ’cause she f-cking chose me, yeah
man, open your eyes, it ain’t really hard to see, yeah
she ain’t choosing you ’cause she f-cking chose me, yeah
open your eyes, it ain’t really hard to see, yeah
she ain’t choosing you ’cause she f-cking chose me
man, open your eyes, it ain’t really hard to see

[verse]
what are you crying for, there’s plenty of fish in the sea
it didn’t have to be that one, there arе still so many
walking with the bl!ck and you know we walk him down
slime that boy and milk his dеath, milk his death like a cow
dairy farmer, strong arm, you know i got the pistol
they want the fight to end, but they not blowing the whistle
rang the bell, but i’m kind of short of hearing
so i kept on whooping him and kept on beating
he defeated, he lost, he’s a loser
he got n0body to leech from, ’cause he’s a moocher
mooch, mooch, mooch, beg, beg, beg
all you can do, all that’s trapped in your head
i’m tired of all that desperation, cut you off in the middle of conversation
i talk with arms, i don’t talk with debating
who gave you that ego? ’cause that sh-t’s inflated
tires rolling as i leave my driveway, yeah
in the school zone going 75 like it’s a highway, yeah
his crib look like a pigsty and he looks like a sad guy
and i ain’t a charity, b-tch, i’ll never provide
only person i do it for is solely mine
and i heard this b-tch is crying, yeah, she is crying
[chorus]
she ain’t choosing you ’cause she f-cking chose me, yeah
man, open your eyes, it ain’t really hard to see, yeah
she ain’t choosing you ’cause she f-cking chose me, yeah
open your eyes, it ain’t really hard to see, yeah
she ain’t choosing you ’cause she f-cking chose me
man, open your eyes, it ain’t really hard to see

[verse]
what are you crying for, there’s plenty of fish in the sea
it didn’t have to be that one, there are still so many
walking with the bl!ck and you know we walk him down
slime that boy and milk his death, milk his death like a cow
dairy farmer, strong arm, you know i got the pistol
they want the fight to end, but they not blowing the whistle
rang the bell, but i’m kind of short of hearing
so i kept on whooping him and kept on beating
he defeated, he lost, he’s a loser
he got n0body to leech from, ’cause he’s a moocher
mooch, mooch, mooch, beg, beg, beg
all you can do, all that’s trapped in your head
i’m tired of all that desperation, cut you off in the middle of conversation
i talk with arms, i don’t talk with debating
who gave you that ego? ’cause that sh-t’s inflated
tires rolling as i leave my driveway, yeah
in the school zone going 75 like it’s a highway, yeah
his crib look like a pigsty and he looks like a sad guy
and i ain’t a charity, b-tch, i’ll never provide
only person i do it for is solely mine
and i heard this b-tch is crying, yeah, she is crying

- sunshine christo

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