letra de change the gloves - allblack
[chorus]
bouncing back as we speak, i’m still suffering from pain
one foot still in the street, i’m really tryna leave the game
changing gloves once again, i’m no longer scared of change
done hustlin’ for j’s, ain’t no more gold chains
bouncing back as we speak, i’m still suffering from pain
one foot still in the street, i’m really tryna leave the game
changing gloves once again, i’m no longer scared of change
done hustlin’ for j’s, ain’t no more gold chains
[verse 1]
i’ll smoke a black and shiny and i’ll rock a choker chain
nut on your main, let it dry over her baby daddy name
ain’t wastin’ bullets on no mark but drop a hundred for cane
two one and eighty just pulled up, i need some game
the pants is g-star, i’m too wild for balmain
smash on you like a barber if you go against the grain
faygo mixed with the m-tech, need a seminary grape
that grill cost more cheese than what your daddy had saved
buy a scratcher, play bingo, only way you gon’ hit
john madden was a diss, i got bored so i quit
i’m still runnin’ these plays, i just switched to defense
corner lackin’ so i blitzed, got it back and scored six, now add it up
[chorus]
bouncing back as we speak, i’m still suffering from pain
one foot still in the street, i’m really tryna leave the game
changing gloves once again, i’m no longer scared of change
done hustlin’ for j’s, ain’t no more gold chains
bouncing back as we speak, i’m still suffering from pain
one foot still in the street, i’m really tryna leave the game
changing gloves once again, i’m no longer scared of change
done hustlin’ for j’s, ain’t no more gold chains
[verse 2]
girl i been ranked up, i been had status
girl i been pulled skits, i been bust straps
count forty thousand all dubs, i been did that
you tryna count my pocket, guess my stack
this ain’t daddy daycare, i don’t play with kids
playin’ roles, i disown you like your father did
f-ck the feds, they want months for this stupid sh-t
the p-ssies gotta catch me first, i won’t admit to sh-t
stubborn -ss allblack behind them four walls
rec time again and i ain’t have no one to call
money ain’t real, that’s what i heard, then i got a call
that boy said you don’t work then you don’t ball
so i got up, got on the road, address and gps
the gas just below a quarter, twelve dollars left
thinkin’ god did this to me, this another test
or did the devil send me on another blank mission
i used to never feel like this when i was f-ckin’ pimpin’
got off the exit, seen 12, then i started trippin’
with my lil weight, when i get there, i’ma be okay
when i pulled up the plug was pointing, laughing in my face
i should’ve listened to the b-tch when she was in my face
i’m on probation, now i’m looking at another case
ain’t got no bail, i crashed again tryna win the race
stubborn -ss allblack lost the game again
[outro]
still tryna throw the ball on first and goal
second and goal, panicking at third
forth i’m wishin’ for a motherf-cker
still went for it
it’s time to change the club
know what the f-ckin’ necessity is, get on your sh-t p
do it sleep that long?
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- letra de dear, karmen.. - karmenator
- letra de the pirate song - amazon alexa
- letra de red roses - llammar perfect
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