Letras
I ain't choose this lifestyle
Bitch it chose me
I be counting all my guala
All my blue cheese
Shorty come and get your man
He a groupie
All that talking
Sneak dissing
Don't amuse me
I turn they cameras on
I turn all they lights out
You ain't fuck with me then
So don't fuck with me now
Said he want Baby Lean
He thought it was a drought
I got so sick of it
I needed a way out
I like my commas blue
Told u
It's fuck the rules
You know I had to cop Balenci's with the Jimmy Choo's
These bitches they gon sleep
These bitches they gon snooze
These bitches they gon creep
TLC ain't nothing new
Do great things
Doing what I want
I can't lie
Can't even front
Out of love
Don't ask me none
Out of reach
Stay out of touch
Cut you off
It don't take much
Don't ask twice
Don't ask me once
Put my trust in none these hoes
They cop bootleg just to stunt
I ain't choose this lifestyle
Bitch it chose me
I be counting all my guala
All my blue cheese
Shorty come and get your man
He a groupie
All that talking
Sneak dissing
Don't amuse me
I turn they cameras on
I turn all they lights out
You ain't fuck with me then
So don't fuck with me now
Said he want Baby Lean
He thought it was a drought
I got so sick of it
I needed a way out
I like my commas blue
Told u
It's fuck the rules
You know I had to cop Balenci's with the Jimmy Choo's
These bitches they gon sleep