Young Mugz, André 3000, UGK - International Player’s Anthem (I Choose You) lyrics

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'ed every girl that
I'd see-seed 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but
I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true but I'm no island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense
I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No lookin' backSpaceships 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 pimp, 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 preemie out the womb
My partner yelling "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 in some 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
Hey keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your partplay your part"

(Sweet Jones) my 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 Kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with $40 in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch it 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 parkin'
Lot we turn head some hoes wanna choose but
Them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp
You a fairy

Baby you been rollin' solo
Time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side
If you know what I mean
I show you shit you 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 styleNeed a real street stalker
(stalker) to walk a green mile
We piling up the paper on
The dining room table
Cause you able to realize I'm the
Truth and not a fable
We rock the freshest 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 that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B
Cause what's a ho with no pimp
And what's a pimp with no hoes
Don't be a lame
You know the game and how it goes
We tryna get chose

Now I can say that I've never felt this way
But pimp would probably tell me
That ain't the players way
I could let my homies sway the
Feelings that I have for you
Thunderstorms of what they think could
Probably cloud my view
Don't get twisted I'm interested in
Where this could go
But it'd be a shame if my name
Slain for messing with a ho
And then homies laughed saying they know, smh
What if being a player forever is my fate
I enjoy the food you bring but
I got enough on my plate, baby
You tell me
If you let this go then you crazy
Why would you ever listen to another person
I could fix that pain that you feel
But if you leave it'll worsen
But here comes the other
Version from my brother
Do you think she'll stay faithful
Never fuck with another
Yeah she celibate when it comes to them dudes
This feels like a test what
Answer do I choose
Do I follow my heart or follow my gut
My sister told me don't do it
Cause trust is a must
And distrust is a musk
It stinks and it's noticeable
Deodorant won't help
But you gotta decide for yourself