So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town
And I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling
Wetness all around me, true but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no lookin' back
Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a Pip, I'm glad it's night
So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premier out the womb
My partner yellin', "Too soon, don't do it, reconsider
Read some literature on the subject, you sure? Fuck it"
"You know we got your back like chiropractic
If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya"
"Keep your heart three stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart three stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, three stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
Sweet Jones, by bitch a choosy lover
Never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like the fuck for forty dollars in the club
Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy
Oooh oooh
I choose you girl
Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team
Because it's greener on that other side, if you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you've never seen, the seven wonders of the world
And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real streets stalker to walk a green mile
We burnin' up the paper on the dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin' precious sable, keep that chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back
I'm a million dollar mack, need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life, watch your daddy get rich
Easy as A B C, simple as 1 2 3
Get down with UGK, Pimp C, B U N B
'Cause what's a hoe with no pimp
And whats a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame, you know the game
And how it goes, we tryin' to get Jones
Oooh oooh
I choose you girl
Eni mini decisions with precision I pick
Or make my selection on who I choose to be with
Girl don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip
But slippin' is something I don't do, tippin, for life?
(Mmm mmm)
That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule
(Mmm hmm)
Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella
'Cause its gonna get wetter
Better prepare you for the see saw pole
She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she don't
Ask, ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers gettin' sloppy
Slaughter, slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket
Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could
'Cause he payin' 20K a day, that bastard is eating good
Like an infant on a double D, bastard is getting plump
Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump
Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up
Better chose the right one or pick, pick the kitties up
Oooh oooh
I choose you girl
I, I chose you baby
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