
can't choose - purbs lyrics
f*ck, f*ck, i gotta choose
one way that’s up, b*tch, you know i never lose
got a white tee on, i pair it with my trues
he tryna say sorry, tell that p*ssy kiss my shoes
(purbs, did you make this?)
f*ck, f*ck, i gotta choose
one way that’s up, b*tch, you know i never lose
got a white tee on, i pair it with my trues
he tryna say sorry, tell that p*ssy kiss my shoes
i’m a lil jit, but i’m doing big sh*t
tryna get it right, finna get a big crib
that girl my type, and she got them big tits
head game strong ’cause she got them big lips
put on your pants, i’m just tryna tip, b*tch
got it for myself, ion need no wishlist
22 karats, look at the wrist, bish
no time for this, i ain’t tryna fix sh*t
you need handouts, you a make*a*wish kid
my circle small, miss me with that fake sh*t
run up on my family, i’mma up the deuce*deuce
kuddy got the stick and a couple loose screws
f*ck, f*ck, i gotta chill
her name is molly, and she take the white pill, plan a
plan b, i’m just tryna keep it real
signed to myself, i ain’t looking for no deal
b*tch, i’m self*made, and i’d never sell my soul
got a white b*tch, and she kick it with the bros
got a fine shyt, she be working on that pole
and these b*tches want me ’cause my pockets swole
my shooter cold with the three
two*four up in this b*tch feeling like kobe
b*tch tryna kiss, i just tell her, blow me
said you get b*tches, and you made the hoes leave
have fun with that ho, the guys tapped that
baby girl, where you going? where your mans at?
act boujee, but you broke, i can’t stand that
folk tryna run the money route, but i jam that
f*ck, f*ck, i gotta choose
one way that’s up, b*tch, you know i never lose
got a white tee on, i pair it with my trues
he tryna say sorry, tell that p*ssy kiss my shoes
i’m a lil jit, but i’m doing big sh*t
tryna get it right, finna get a big crib
that girl my type, and she got them big tits
head game strong ’cause she got them big lips
put on your pants, i’m just tryna tip, b*tch
got it for myself, ion need no wishlist
22 karats, look at the wrist, bish
no time for this, i ain’t tryna fix sh*t
you need handouts, you a make*a*wish kid
my circle small, miss me with that fake sh*t
they be talmmat me, but who’s you?
i got many options, don’t care if i lose you
f*ck, f*ck, i gotta choose
one way that’s up, b*tch, you know i never lose
got a white tee on, i pair it with my trues
he tryna say sorry, tell that p*ssy kiss my shoes
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