Choosin' Season Lyrics

Surfer

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean, it's choosing season

I want him, him, him

Damn, maybe even him

(Sheesh), mmm, mmm

Like Eenie, mini, miney, mo

White paint on my ten toes

Ice on my neck, you can see the smoke

Dip in my hip, you can see the pose

Give him something, he can feel like an envogue

I'm on fire, stop, drop, and roll

You can see the baby hairs on my temple

If you shoot your shot, you might hit a field goal

Then the next thing you know, you got the Super Bowl

I can tell this nigga got a lot of dough

And this nigga lookin' real fine with the fro

And I can tell that that nigga got a big whoa

I'm like eenie, mini, miney, mo

Here's an invitation to the tryouts

If you ballin', then you might can even buy it out

If you real big pimpin', you can fly it out

It's official if I let you come to my house

Feelin' like a big kid in the candy store

So much eye candy, I don't even wanna go

I don't want one nigga, I just want four

I'm like eenie, mini, miney, mo

Bad bitch, always dressed to kill

Ice on my wrist, but it's on chill

We can get it poppin' like a perc pill

And I'll make a nigga tap out on this night quill

I be watchin' niggas in my pink Chanel frames

Watchin' all the niggas with the big chains

Gotta be a baller like LeBron James

And he gotta be just like me yea my twin flame

I can tell this nigga got a lot of dough

And this nigga lookin' real fine with the fro

And I can tell that that nigga got a big whoa

I'm like eenie, mini, miney, mo

Here's an invitation to the tryouts

If you ballin', then you might can even buy it out

If you real big pimpin', you can fly it out

It's official if I let you come to my house

Feelin' like a big kid in the candy store

So much eye candy, I don't even wanna go

I don't want one nigga, I just want four

I'm like eenie, mini, miney, mo