Choosin lyrics

by

Big K.R.I.T.


[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Sunny on the east side
Walked out fresh looked clean
I went for a ride
Drop my top for the breeze
Smoke me weed on a freeway
b*tch please I ain't got time
But if you want to jump inside
Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Yeah you b*tch you
Game colder than a igloo
The new fresh prince hitting Will Smith moves
Would've hit the NBA if I had hit 6'2
A n*gga never hit it but I made hits
Wasn't mixed down so I made an everyday list
Grind hard my n*gga don't stop
Can't and I won't like these braids don't lock
Time to level up star boys like The Weeknd
Late night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By 25 I was tryna grow and plant seeds
Turning 25 grams in to 25 G's
Hate I got another n*gga b*tch choosing me
But she sucking like she a blew a 25 point lead
When I left it was
[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Sunny on the east side
Walked out fresh looked clean
I went for a ride
Drop my top for the breeze
Smoke me weed on a freeway
b*tch please I ain't got time
But if you want to jump inside
Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Put on your shoes lets go you b*tch
Ain't no time to waste we got to get digits
105 from the east side Long Beach boulevard
Hoes get to running when they see my car
Just tryna get my attention you ain't in pocket
Go ahead and throw the cash in my car and keep walking
Perico the rapper is what they saying
They worried about these n*ggas as long as I got a b*tch paying
The Lord of land lets go get it
Hopping on delta jet blue whatever for the mission
Worldwide crossing countries it don't matter how it happen
Long as the b*tch got the money
We celebrate all the time smoking Dizzy
Gangster n*ggas getting high like hippies
Burning grams down on the freeway
Slow down for the next stop we gon' exit on the B way
[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Sunny on the east side
Walked out fresh looked clean
I went for a ride
Drop my top for the breeze
Smoke me weed on a freeway
b*tch please I ain't got time
But if you want to jump inside
Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes

I'm just saying though b*tch
From the gate I'm a let you know though
It wasn't against the rules to choose man
That's apart of this sh*t
It's called upgrading hoe yeah
Make your next one your best one around this motherf*cker man
Talking about worldwide international pimping man on a b*tch
Now go get it hoe
That a way

[Outro: ]
Aye man I'm back man whats happening man
Aye whats happening man I see you over their doggy
Oh yeah come on man
Aye look aye the plants look good dog aye on everything
Keep it running man
Aye on everything I see you bro
Good looking I hit G I told him to send the sh*t to you
Yeah man I talked to that n*gga so we good man
I'm getting them fouls we locked in
When day you get back from Tampa
The 11th I come back the 11th
I'm tryna come out their bro
Come out bro you know I got the spot man
You know n*gga I got the sh*t n*gga brewing n*gga whats up
Come on man
I ain't tryna come out their and you got to leave n*gga that's all
Na on everything I'm in the Red Room right now with Reezy n*gga
Cooking up
Alright for sure yeah I'm a be out their when you get back bro
Alright brodie
Alright bro
Peace
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