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letra de never gon change - devin m

[intro]
i am that n-gga that’s never gon change
i am that n-gga that’s never gon change
yeah
devin
ye

[verse 1]
devin m got the pack, uh
cuttin’ these n-ggas no slack, uh
new hoe, she got a rack
treat her like a dog so she give me the cat
workin’ too long, i don’t even need to rest
cooking up in the lab like a muhf-ckin’ chef
h-ll nah dawg, no time for regrets
every step that i take i get way more adept
getting my checks, don’t care about no threats
on the day to day, n-ggas goofy like they mike epps
set with the blunt lit in my left hand
told your man he don’t run sh-t, quit flexing on the gram
he mad cuz they tongue kiss after she sucking my d-ck
she ain’t cheating, shawty know that she my b-tch
she elastic, coming back like a addict
she a bad b-tch, got you really going bat sh-t
old girls need me but new hoes nice though
yeah they get old that’s part of the cycle
n-ggas love snitching like their info is vital
popping big sh-t but they really ain’t tight though, look
me, i’m way too essential
b-ss bumping in the residential, uh
blowing kush way out the window, uh
tryna keep my life simple, yuh

[hook]
i just want all of the cake
getting the guap, ain’t no time to waste, uh
shawty i’ma need my sp-ce
roll up the stank and then we gon’ bake, uh
n-gga get out my face
seen ya whole squad and i’m kinda unfazed, uh
she gonna give me a taste
stay on the low cuz i got hoes at stake, d-mn
i just want all of the cake
stashing the bank in my hideaway, uh
let me say one more thang
i am that n-gga, that’s never gon change

[verse 2]
all this pressure on me, i just put it on myself
i love all my dawgs, but i just don’t need no help
keep the sauce all to myself
and you know i’m ducking twelve
got my whoadies on my six
w-lly rocking with them tints
in the night with the shades
you know that my n-gga baked
there’s n-ggas i had to shake
they always had things to say
uh, uh!
you don’t know nothing lil b-tch
bumping in the whip, can’t tell me sh-t
still fried cuz a n-gga just got the zip
kush to my lips, now all my dawgs lit
this for the fam, yeah this for the clique
i’m low-key big homie, ain’t no time for no diss
that’s facts
now please get off my back
sipping fine wine cl-ssic like cadillac
yes a n-gga back and i’m finna spaz out
bag a hood chick, then i’m finna pull her tracks out
go against me i’ma make you tap out
cuz y’all love throwing stones chilling in a gl-ss house
running with some n-ggas that just love to act out
she dropped h-lla quick if she ever bad mouth
i’m chilling with the dawgs
on the block spitting bars
i been gone too long
now i’m back on my job
oh lord

- devin m

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