Letra de Chosen - Bryson Tiller

Yeah

Lookin' through my wrists, still think I'm creepin' on you

Postin' up new pictures, think I'm sleepin' on you

But you know that I like that, I'm fiendin' for you

Hoes want me ahead 'cause I'm fleein' for you

[?] reserved my 'Ghini for you

You know I'll cut them hoes off or the team for you

You know you part of my story, yeah, it's green for you

It's red for you, or pink, whatever

Baby, I'm 'bout to dead him for you

I wanna make this shit public 'cause I'm ready for you

I don't do no Tiffany Blue but that's where I'm headed for you

I'm icin' out your hand, I ain't trippin' off no Instagram, I ain't wifin' up no fans

Took likes off of their pictures, it don't matter if they ain't know, as long as they know I'm fuckin' with you

And baby, I'm down with fiends, I only know why you been mad, uh

Tell me why you mad

Said you feel a way

Girl, just put your phone dow and let's sway

Sway your emotions, every day

Trippin' off them hoes on the 'Gram but they ain't you so I don't understand, nah (Uh-huh)

They ain't havin' motion, no, not like you, girl

Yeah, girl, I hope you find your way through the motions

And don't you trip 'cause if I'm chosin' then you chosen, baby

She like, "Why you don't follow on the 'Gram?" (On the 'Gram)

I'm spendin' bands, I don't understand (I don't understand)

I took you shoppin' on Melrose, holdin' hands (Holdin' hands)

I told a nigga to chill before I blam, baow-baow

I'm really out on the field 'cause I'ma stand up

You know a nigga go near, girl, lift your hand up

Yeah, big rock, let's focus on them cameras

This boy never been no lie, turn their panthers

Off the North, I take it to the motherfuckin' Hamptons

Two hundred on jets, [?] we stunting out there in France with it

Girl, I like to spend big money on you, bae, you so fancy

Only do the romance if for you, baby, these hoes get wham-bam

Put you on a foreign, she want Trans-Am and Pontiac

Southside, Miami, word to Rozay, know where to find me at (Know where to find me at)

Really been about you, that's where my mind at (My mind at)

And it's really what I wanna do so nevermind that

Said you feel a way (Way)

Girl, just put your phone down (Down) and let's sway (Uh)

Sway your emotions, every day

Trippin' off them hoes on the 'Gram (Yeah) but they ain't you so I don't understand, nah (Uh-huh, ooh, yeah)

They ain't havin' motion (Oh no), no, not like you, girl

Yeah, girl, I hope you find your way through the motions

And don't you trip 'cause if I'm chosin' then you chosen, baby (Chosen)

Oh, no, no, no

I'm tryna get to know you better

You're chosen, chosen

I'm tryna get to know you better

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