Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chosen One, artist - Luh Soldier
Date of issue: 01.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chosen One |
Monteezy |
Yeah |
Real |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I like this one |
Yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Hardest rapper of the motherfuckin' century |
It ain’t no killin' me, quit with the cap |
I don’t fuck with you, I don’t wanna kick it |
You ain’t my dawg, I’m not giving you dap |
Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one |
Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one |
Don’t care 'bout who joining your team |
Don’t care who you with, that’s how it is |
My shooters gon' clear out the scene |
Nigga, fuck who you with, and that’s what it is |
This money, I blow on my motherfuckin' men |
No Crip, but I’m feelin' like Longway |
She just wanna cuddle, I hung up the phone |
I guess this lil' bitch had a long day |
Shawty said, «Bae, why you gotta be gangster?» |
That’s my demeanor, and I can’t help it |
Whatever you want, know these young niggas got it |
I gotta do better, used to be selfish |
Granny so proud, she just knew it was comin' |
Always in shit, but she knew I was thuggin' |
Kicked out of school and she knew I was bummin' |
Used to kick door and wasn’t shit in my stomach |
I’m in the streets tryna run up a rack |
How could you young niggas sit on your ass? |
I just pulled up in a big body Jag |
On the way to the top, got my foot on the gas |
Didn’t play by the rules, man, a nigga was bad |
Ask anybody, that’s out the gate |
Get money family, come joint the faculty |
Soldier steppin', put that shit in they face |
I’m in a whole 'nother state |
But I got some killers that’s straight out the Bay |
I know some young niggas touchin' that weight |
Everybody strapped, bitch, just know that we straight |
Trap nigga, scale posted up in the cup holder |
Got the Glock on my motherfuckin' hip |
One in the head, it’s however you play it |
You say the wrong thing, you’ll get shot in your lip |
Although I be having all this cash, baby still walk in the room, |
look like a check |
And I don’t mean no disrespect |
But I wanna sex you, you sexy as heck |
And I got teeth like a rabbit but she don’t even care 'cause it’s carats all |
over my neck |
Buyin' Amiri’s my habit, I’m ballin' |
I said fuck the ref 'cause I bought me a TEC |
Keep a Glock close, I can reach it |
I got some blood for the leeches |
Give us everything or them shells gon' eject |
I’m with Luh Soldier, we need that |
And bitch, you gon' fire, no heat check |
Bitch, you ain’t die 'cause we ain’t meet yet |
East side breed killers, no defect (Huh) |
Bitch, you ain’t with us, you a reject (Uh-uh) |
We still yelling gang, gang, gang, gang gang, gang gang |
Me and my mans 'nem |
40 on me, I’ma blam 'em |
Police want conspiracy, goddamn 'em |
Told lil' bro he can’t ride in the car on Live |
He might catch a murder on camera |
Dropped out of school 'cause a wise man said |
Don’t go if you know you gotta take your camera |
Lil' bro valid, now I got killers in Alabama |
I’m in Chiraq, you know we made a lot of candlelights |
Lot of moral writings |
I’m lefty, used to tote with my right hand |
Let lil' bro out at the light then |
Bust another right again, uh, we on |
Street nigga with the heart of a lion, I feel like the chosen one |
Shooters clutching, we gon' give 'em a bald fade, bitch, you owe me one |