"Choose Me" lyrics

"Choose Me"
(feat. Sky)

Yeah he buy you clothes, I hit it from the back
Yeah he drive a Benz, I'm in wood wheeling Cadillac
He readin' you poetry while I'm spitting this country game
You want us just play this pimpin' don't be ashamed
It's a shame these soft pretty boy mean nothin'
If them thugs comin' through for you then start busting
We out cussin', bust back, I'm ready for car jacks
Rollin' up on a slab with some yak and a fat sack like that (Yeah)

All these broads, all these cars, all these big time superstars
All these ladies at this bar, watch these haters play they part
You can't stop me or my pimpin'
Cause you lame and you be simpin
I'm like Micheal, you be Pippen'
Table Dance but Sky ain't tippin'

The sight of you
The smell of you
The way you move
Has got me in the mood
You seem so cool
Your style is smooth
My search is done
'Cause I found you
9:15 and baby the night is young
Plus you told me that you were gonna give me sooommmee

Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' or a trick?
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do
No matter what it is, I can make it come true
Navigator, Benz, the Ferrari or the 'lac
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that
I'm givin' you the chance, thisthe opportunity
You can have it all but you gotta choose me, choose me

Came in Theresa, Michelle and Felicia, Jackie and Rene', Raquel and Shey Shey
Erica and Kiki, Shimiki, Shone, and Mi Mi, Beverly, Byina, Teritone and Hottie
Aww Janae and Jane, Mocoa and Blue Flame, Carolyn and Marilyn and Angie and Shamane
Brandie and Aleyah, Shamari and Nakeisha, Shawna and Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa

The sight of you
The smell of you
The way you move
Has got me in the mood
You seem so cool
Your style is smooth
My search is done
'Cause I found you

Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' or a trick?
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do
No matter what it is, I can make it come true
Navigator, Benz, the Ferrari or the 'lac (You seem so cool)
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that (Your style is smooth)
I'm givin' you the chance, dis the opportunity (My search is done)
You can have it all but ya gotta choose me, choose me ('Cause I found you)

Choose me, big Banner the back beater
The dubz can't fit on the truck, they caught fevers
25 inches, I can clear the benches
Or we can go up and down like them rug bitches
Let them hatin' witches, they gonna wish for hate
But they all scream, "Damn", while you masturbate
The worm on the hook, I can whip and cook
Hit the block with chunky socks while you hit the books
I make that sacrifice like Jesus preachers on them lames
I'm true with how I feel, no fingers crossed, this ain't no game
But you a pimp mayne, I promise y'all that I can change
Like a chameleon, the colors on your rings 'n' thangs (Yeah)

You can have what you want (You can have what you want)
If you give me what I need (If you give me what I need)
I know you have a lot of options (So many other ways)
But baby you belong with me
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh

Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' or a trick?
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do
No matter what it is, I can make it come true
Navigator, Benz, the Ferrari or the 'lac
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that
I'm givin' you the chance, this the opportunity
You can have it all but you gotta choose me, choose me


Writer(s): Shaffer Smith, Frederic Jean Riesterer, David Guetta
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