Paul Wall - Chose Me lyrics

She told me I'm the fliest, I don't disagree Swiss made, rich footwear made from Sicily Come around me talkin' down, bro you missin' me Want a meal ticket, playa hatin' ain't the recipe Why hate cause you saw me in an eye 8 Ya b**h was lookin at me, you was lookin' eyerate Now you searchin' for my flaws like spygate Investigatin' why I got food on my plate Don't mistake me for a mauge, no I ain't Straight up outta texas, only real ones in my state You got a side b**h? Bro, I got side cake Give a f** about a bopper, no I can't Why you hatin' on a playa? check ya hoe, mane Talkin' down, droppin' salt, you got no game And all that pillow talk shows you are soo lame Startin' all this drama for some fame, man ya b**h chose me [Hook:] Ya b**h chose me, ya b**h chose me Ya b**h chose me You know the rules to the game, man Ya b**h chose me, ya b**h chose me Ya b**h chose me You know the rules to the game, man Ya b**h chose me [Snoop Dogg:] Bad mothaf**a with a set of gators on my feet Catalytic drippin' wet, color of that picture peach Mink coat on my back like a cat Black panther, as serious as cancers Ridin' like a dancer, answer the question Suggestion, I'm pressin' the issue Soft as a tissue, miss you, miss me? Baby, wanna kiss me, but we gettin' bubbly Dippin' and duckin', bobbin' and weavin' Achievin' my dream and cold and About your b**h; she fien and schemin' She wanna be down, wanna be 'round Need the cost to be the boss, she in the lost and frown And now that she sees the light, I pimp like Fillmore Slim with a dap of dynamite, aight? You know how they hoes gonna be, they on me Muthaf**a, ya b**h chose me [Hook:] Ya b**h chose me, ya b**h chose me Ya b**h chose me You know the rules to the game, man Ya b**h chose me, ya b**h chose me Ya b**h chose me You know the rules to the game, man Ya b**h chose me [Berner:] I got a b**h in [?], 1500 for the handjob I pick her up at 6 while them other b**hes f*g off I'm in the H town, I'm ridin' with the Slab God Drop me off your treasures homie, once I get this pack off b**hes love this California mouth piece She sai [?], she wanna know 'bout me She in my IG DMs, b**hes shove me money like "Daddy, let me in" But I'm picky when it comes to sellin' p**y It's a 50 thousand dollar fee to f** with me And na, I don't rock gators with 5 thousand flavors No more ads on the internet My b**hes get 60 grand to go on a business trip Pimps catchin' feelings lookin' weak Oh, you mad at me, homie? Ya b**h chose me [Hook:] Ya b**h chose me, ya b**h chose me Ya b**h chose me You know the rules to the game, man Ya b**h chose me, ya b**h chose me Ya b**h chose me You know the rules to the game, man Ya b**h chose me