Chose Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
She told me I'm the fliest, I don't disagree
Swiss made, rich footwear made from Sicily
Come around me talkin' down, bro you missin' me
Want a meal ticket, playa hatin' ain't the recipe
Why hate cause you saw me in an eye 8
Ya b*tch was lookin at me, you was lookin' eyerate
Now you searchin' for my flaws like spygate
Investigatin' why I got food on my plate
Don't mistake me for a mauge, no I ain't
Straight up outta texas, only real ones in my state
You got a side b*tch? Bro, I got side cake
Give a f*ck about a bopper, no I can't
Why you hatin' on a playa? check ya hoe, mane
Talkin' down, droppin' salt, you got no game
And all that pillow talk shows you are soo lame
Startin' all this drama for some fame, man ya b*tch chose me

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Ya b*tch chose me, ya b*tch chose me
Ya b*tch chose me
You know the rules to the game, man
Ya b*tch chose me, ya b*tch chose me
Ya b*tch chose me
You know the rules to the game, man
Ya b*tch chose me
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bad mothaf*cka with a set of gators on my feet
Catalytic drippin' wet, color of that picture peach
Mink coat on my back like a cat
Black panther, as serious as cancers
Ridin' like a dancer, answer the question
Suggestion, I'm pressin' the issue
Soft as a tissue, miss you, miss me?
Baby, wanna kiss me, but we gettin' bubbly
Dippin' and duckin', bobbin' and weavin'
Achievin' my dream and cold and
About your b*tch; she fien and schemin'
She wanna be down, wanna be 'round
Need the cost to be the boss, she in the lost and frown
And now that she sees the light, I pimp like
Fillmore Slim with a dap of dynamite, aight?
You know how they hoes gonna be, they on me
Muthaf*cka, ya b*tch chose me

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Ya b*tch chose me, ya b*tch chose me
Ya b*tch chose me
You know the rules to the game, man
Ya b*tch chose me, ya b*tch chose me
Ya b*tch chose me
You know the rules to the game, man
Ya b*tch chose me

[Verse 3: Berner]
I got a b*tch in (?), 1500 for the handjob
I pick her up at 6 while them other b*tches fag off
I'm in the H town, I'm ridin' with the Slab God
Drop me off your treasures homie, once I get this pack off
b*tches love this California mouth piece
She sai (?), she wanna know 'bout me
She in my IG DMs, b*tches shove me money like "Daddy, let me in"
But I'm picky when it comes to sellin' pus*y
It's a 50 thousand dollar fee to f*ck with me
And na, I don't rock gators with 5 thousand flavors
No more ads on the internet
My b*tches get 60 grand to go on a business trip
Pimps catchin' feelings lookin' weak
Oh, you mad at me, homie? Ya b*tch chose me

[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Ya b*tch chose me, ya b*tch chose me
Ya b*tch chose me
You know the rules to the game, man
Ya b*tch chose me, ya b*tch chose me
Ya b*tch chose me
You know the rules to the game, man
Ya b*tch chose me