Berner, Ty Dolla $ign, DJ Quik - Choose Up lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Berner, Ty Dolla $ign, DJ Quik - Choose Up lyrics]
Oh, it's a Bay Area to LA thing
Crazy girls love me, it's crazy
I love 'em too she wanna choose me? Well
She know what she gotta do
Throw me a few dollars
Put a spot in your name
Before I let her suck me off
She went an bought me a chain
I'm from the Bay Area
You know I play with her mental
I duck a phone call when
She back on her menstrual but she thick
And got my name tatted on her tit's
I make baby put to bed and
She just took a piss
Bitch, yeah I'm dope like a coke block
Rollin' good smoke
Post it up where the hoes watch
Yeah, they keep my name in their mouth
'Cause, I pull up late night and
I play wit' they mouth
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
That player Berner
He's with guy who is a former permer
Green curlers, tan khakis, baby, Ike Turner
Pimp party actin' real naughty
Hittin' bodied
The Svengali on the city trolley
The freeway series got the bitch leery
Then they tell her it's Quik and
Bein' I'm the chick's cherry, yeah
I wanna split it down the middle
Lick it down a little
I wanna make it hurt a little
Make it squirt a little
Now we backstage, front page
Up days, smoke haze, broke days, no way
Your feelins they be so brittle
My game'll be so fertile
And you can't find my heart just
Like you can't find Lisa Turtle, milk carton
Still startin' somethin'
Water in my cell garden
I still got to thump and swerve
It like a real robin
I keep her pussy throbbin'
I came busy like paisan, who your eyes on?
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Yeah, somethin' 'bout my city made
Me hungry as hell
I never had a bag I didn't sell
They want me in jail
I'm too fresh for 'em, you see the fit on me?
She wanna crawl in my bed and
Let it drip on me
She smoke with me too, break the Henney out
I got her all out the
Windows with her titties out
If she don't give me no action
I should cut my wrists
I got a call from the big homie, DJ Quik
He said she's backstage, too drunk
Halfway dressed
Lookin' she fresh off a backpage
My life is a movie with a red cam
All the drugs got me feelin' like a dead man
I'm on the freeway with a big ass bag
Doin' one-fifty in my brand new Jag
Yeah, I love California and the
Way I could leave all the women and the weed
And this money for me
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Crazy girls love me, it's crazy
I love 'em too she wanna choose me? Well
She know what she gotta do
Throw me a few dollars
Put a spot in your name
Before I let her suck me off
She went an bought me a chain
I'm from the Bay Area
You know I play with her mental
I duck a phone call when
She back on her menstrual but she thick
And got my name tatted on her tit's
I make baby put to bed and
She just took a piss
Bitch, yeah I'm dope like a coke block
Rollin' good smoke
Post it up where the hoes watch
Yeah, they keep my name in their mouth
'Cause, I pull up late night and
I play wit' they mouth
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
That player Berner
He's with guy who is a former permer
Green curlers, tan khakis, baby, Ike Turner
Pimp party actin' real naughty
Hittin' bodied
The Svengali on the city trolley
The freeway series got the bitch leery
Then they tell her it's Quik and
Bein' I'm the chick's cherry, yeah
I wanna split it down the middle
Lick it down a little
I wanna make it hurt a little
Make it squirt a little
Now we backstage, front page
Up days, smoke haze, broke days, no way
Your feelins they be so brittle
My game'll be so fertile
And you can't find my heart just
Like you can't find Lisa Turtle, milk carton
Still startin' somethin'
Water in my cell garden
I still got to thump and swerve
It like a real robin
I keep her pussy throbbin'
I came busy like paisan, who your eyes on?
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Yeah, somethin' 'bout my city made
Me hungry as hell
I never had a bag I didn't sell
They want me in jail
I'm too fresh for 'em, you see the fit on me?
She wanna crawl in my bed and
Let it drip on me
She smoke with me too, break the Henney out
I got her all out the
Windows with her titties out
If she don't give me no action
I should cut my wrists
I got a call from the big homie, DJ Quik
He said she's backstage, too drunk
Halfway dressed
Lookin' she fresh off a backpage
My life is a movie with a red cam
All the drugs got me feelin' like a dead man
I'm on the freeway with a big ass bag
Doin' one-fifty in my brand new Jag
Yeah, I love California and the
Way I could leave all the women and the weed
And this money for me
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better
Bet she gon' choose up, choose up
Choose up, choose up on me
Chose up like she knew better
Said she wanna do better