YoungBoy Never Broke Again ● Chose

[Chorus]
Hermès everything grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home she to medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, oh
Come out the...⇣ More

[Chorus]
Hermès everything grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home she to medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, oh
Come out the top and I shoot, oh
Check how I'm cockin' this loot, oh
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose, yea




[Verse]
I want the money the power, you keep the respect
Just don't get hit wit' the tech
I got [?] ridin' round in the front wit' the check
Know she be givin' me neck
Jewelry wrappеd, keepin' that stick, ridin' round
Catch a opp and hop out playin' hockey, woah
[?] look like I made thе honor roll
Kickin' this shit, she don't like I got my own
You expose that you a b--ch , leave me 'lone, oh
Pick it up, go right back out in a minute
YoungBoy, slimiest menace
Check how I do it, the fool get pitted, oh

Come out the top and I shoot, oh
Check how I'm cockin' this loot, oh
Turnin up so bad they know I'm chose, top, top

[Verse 2]
Top, they know that I'm chosen
I'm on her, just give me a Trojan
From the back to the side, got her posin'
Everyday watches, patekses and rollies, don't correct me, patek's
Bitch, take a shot at my neck
I ain't even tryna flip, that's a whole 'nother check
That's a whole new Vette, I'm drivin' these Ashton's, mind my lineup
Hundred grand tucked in my sweats, sprinter van filled wit' her friends
Walk out the party, then jump on the jet
I'm fuckin her more, the more the best
Skeet on her breast, bitch I'm a mess
She a Cadet, I am a Vet, I ain't doin' no stress
[?]turn up, you see, leave me
Please don't break our privacy
Fiend, you fiend, behind lesser things
Chosen, like they close to me
Like I am not worth anything

[Chorus]

Hermès everything grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home she to medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, oh
Come out the top and I shoot, oh
Check how I'm cockin' this loot, oh
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose, yea

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