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letra de choose one - woodboy gee & real boston richey

[intro]
(xair, let me get that motherf-cker)

[chorus: real boston richey]
how i’ma choose one when it’s a million bad b-tches?
how i’ma miss with one? we got a million d-mn switches
trappin’ up in his hood, ran up me a half a ticket
ex-b-tch suck d-ck good, but i don’t miss her
you ain’t been f-ckin’ hoes, ’cause i’m out here on a mission
tell ’em get low, gotta bust the glizzy with precision
go to sleep on hoes, she think she f-ckin’ me, the b-tch wishin’
i need a home b-tch, a b-tch that clean clothes and do dishes

[verse 1: woodboy gee]
yeah, how i’ma choose one? (uh)
my spanish b-tch, yeah, that’s my lil’ boricua, i’m big pun (boricua)
i’m f-ckin’ the preacher daughter, her daddy act just likе reverend run (i did)
i’m sittin’ on half a tickеt, these boys got insufficient funds (half a ticket)
that brick lookin’ like a pigeon, i’ma hit the streets and get it done (a birck)
me and swizzap gettin’ sticky (swizzap)
me and b like bob and ricky (b)
jewelry box, it cost two-fifty (ice)
brown and white, that’s bobby and whitney
yellow diamonds just like simply (ice)
gallery dept., i’m feelin’ drippy (b-tch)
buy that b-tch new ass and titties
[chorus: real boston richey]
how i’ma choose one when it’s a million bad b-tches?
how i’ma miss with one? we got a million d-mn switches
trappin’ up in his hood, ran up me a half a ticket
ex-b-tch suck d-ck good, but i don’t miss her
you ain’t been f-ckin’ hoes, ’cause i’m out here on a mission
tell ’em get low, gotta bust the glizzy with precision
go to sleep on hoes, she think she f-ckin’ me, the b-tch wishin’
i need a home b-tch, a b-tch that clean clothes and do dishes

[verse 2: wizz havinn]
yeah, ayy, like shawty lo, n-gga, i done it all (i done done it all)
i ain’t stressin’ ’bout one b-tch when i can f-ck ’em all (n-gga, uh)
real broomstick, n-gga, this b-tch here got monkey b-lls (brrt, brrt)
pop a percocet, now i’m jumpin’ off the f-ckin’ wall (ugh, ugh)
yeah, ayy (n-gga), they know my bag different (yeah)
really came from the mud, n-gga, so i brag different (so i brag different)
every city i’m in, i’m really litty with some bad b-tches (with some bad b-tches)
n-ggas doin’ all that rap cap, they ain’t have switches (they ain’t have switches)

[verse 3: real boston richey]
i got all my hoes under the same roof
made my ho hang with my other ho, yeah, they friends too
in miami with my other ho, other one go to cancún
orange and green my favorite color, f-ckin’ a b-tch from famu
she talk me down to her brother, i done f-cked his b-tch too
she talk me down to her mother, but i done took her down too
ain’t no rookie, i’ma take her and her friends with me too
eat that p-ssy, then i let her tell me what she been through (yeah, yeah)
[outro: real boston richey]
how i’ma choose one when it’s a million bad b-tches?
how i’ma miss with one? we got a million d-mn switches
trappin’ up in his hood, ran up me a half a ticket
ex-b-tch suck d-ck good, but i don’t miss her
you ain’t been f-ckin’ hoes, ’cause i’m out here on a mission
tell ’em get low, gotta bust the glizzy with precision
go to sleep on hoes, she think she f-ckin’ me, the b-tch wishin’
i need a home b-tch, a b-tch that clean clothes and do dishes

- woodboy gee real boston richey

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