JADY - NO CHOICE lyrics
[JADY - NO CHOICE lyrics]
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I’m at Saks you at Hollister
I took your girl, I ain’t calling her
I knew that you was imposter
Imaginary friends like Foster
I just got a bag so they say I’m selfish
When I rock new shoes, shit be velvet
Smoking on pack, man you can smell it
Pound cake and it came straight from London
No I don’t sell, you can look, can’t touch
Damn bitch, how’d you get my number?
You my customer, nothing more
Don’t call my phone
I don’t give a fuck no more
She want a deuce and an eighth in a blunt
That’s the only reason she wake up
I count my blessings like they was some bucks
That’s the only reason I came up
Soon as I pick up imma take you home
I like to take these drugs alone
I think Imma take em all
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I’m at Saks you at Hollister
I took your girl, I ain’t calling her
I knew that you was imposter
Imaginary friends like Foster
I just got a bag so they say I’m selfish
When I rock new shoes, shit be velvet
Smoking on pack, man you can smell it
Pound cake and it came straight from London
No I don’t sell, you can look, can’t touch
Damn bitch, how’d you get my number?
You my customer, nothing more
Don’t call my phone
I don’t give a fuck no more
She want a deuce and an eighth in a blunt
That’s the only reason she wake up
I count my blessings like they was some bucks
That’s the only reason I came up
Soon as I pick up imma take you home
I like to take these drugs alone
I think Imma take em all
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hate on my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters
I didn’t have a choice
I had to stack up the coins
They finna hear my voice
I wanna ride in a Royce, skrt
Yeah, now I’m eating the oyster
Lobsters and them oysters
Mobsters, gun in holsters