Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chosen, artist - Kamaiyah. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Song language: English
Chosen |
| Teacher said you wouldn’t be shit, but I ain’t never heard that |
| I had all the sense, I was just a little turnt ass |
| I knew I was smart, hit the ground and never turned back |
| Focus on my art and this shit ended up working |
| I can get the Birkin, but I love Che-nay-nay |
| Make money in my sleep, bitch, everyday’s a payday |
| Drop bags on myself, bombs away, bitch, mayday |
| Pop perky’s with champagne, now my ass cross faded |
| My life is amazing, used to pray, pray, pray |
| To wake up everyday with some cash in my safe |
| Wanna push a double R’s 'til my ass in a Wraith |
| Push speed 12's by the engine, now my ass wanna race |
| Now I’m smashing away, yelling «skrt, skrt, skrt» |
| Got cash in my safe and my purse, purse, purse |
| Get paid every day, fuck a first, first, first |
| Check my plate, a S waist, rocking fur, fur, fur |
| I made it out the ghetto, I’m a chosen ass bitch |
| With an iced up neck and a frozen ass wrist |
| Try to play me out, I won’t go for that shit |
| Bla-da-da, on me now, yeah, I’m holding that shit, uh |
| Big spendin', big limits |
| Big whips, all my cars all tinted |
| Big benji’s, boss Mrs |
| Fraud bitches, no, these hoes ain’t authentic |
| You rolling, no, I don’t do no hardcore drugs |
| But I’m a gangster, so all I know is hardcore plugs |
| Stepping out my Timb’s walking on soft, warm rugs |
| Know they hate on the low, but for me it’s all love |
| Shit, I hope we all spoiled, Rising and I conquer |
| Y’all hoes selling soft porn, no, not me, I’m bossed up |
| Got that drop, I-8, Why? |
| 'Cause that one cost more |
| I’m a certified queen, heavyweight, I’m flossed up |
| If she try to play with me, that hoe got some bravery |
| Learn to love myself 'cause I know ain’t nobody saving me |
| One day they hating me, next day they praising me |
| I don’t trust shit, 'cause I done lost friends fatally |
| But I gotta stay focused, get my clique all rich |
| You ain’t never bossed if your clique ain’t lit |
| These newcomer hoes knew the shit I did |
| Respect me when I talk, 'cause I’m a big boss bitch |
| I made it out the ghetto, I’m a chosen ass bitch |
| With an iced up neck and a frozen ass wrist |
| Try to play me out, I won’t go for that shit |
| Bla-da-da, on me now, yeah, I’m holding that shit, uh |
| Big spendin', big limits |
| Big whips, all my cars all tinted |
| Big benji’s, boss Mrs |
| Fraud bitches, no, these hoes ain’t authentic |