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letra de when change comes - fiction fake

(hook) –
chopstick came with a stock on the base
it’s a clip just to wrap so i can’t get attached
droppin’ ralph lauren and speed in the foreign
i’m doin’ past 80, i’m off of the map
off of the perc and i think i might crash
remember last night? ’cause my memory black
i’m livin’ in prime ’cause i stay in the past
i cannot make promises, nothing could last
i’m all about money and getting the bag
you try something stupid, i might have to blast
and look at pockets, got rickedy-racks
and look, your b-tch callin’, you can’t get her back
my chain always shinin’, it don’t need a flash
i’m smokin’ a blunt while i’m smackin’ her ass
cannot f-ck with old hoes, that thot gettin’ [?]
all different colors, it all just contrasts
double the drink, make it whirlwind
she is not spinnin’, she twirlin’
i cannot love hеr, she learnin’
i’m on my grind b-tch, we workin’
wе in your block b-tch, we lurkin’
we drop a opp and see dead
we not stoppin’ the race
you done put the 3 down
you not droppin’ some rakes
you don’t drop fiction fake ’cause he keep him a k
turn you from gang-gang into a fake
now i make money these hoes wanna stunt
pop me a pill but i can’t just pop one
they hate on me til’ it’s all said and done
i’m sayin’, “nah this is when the change comes”
r.i.p, done for that n-gga, we dumpin’
spend a band in new york, n-gga it’s nothin’
i made the opps turn around and start runnin’
i made your b-tch turn around just to f-ck her, aye
(verse) –
you know this choppa i got have a kick
say you want smoke, you get pushed with a bl!ck
beam on the glock, how the f-ck could i miss?
108 bullets make him bleed out his lips
money on my mind can’t stress ’bout a b-tch
leave a hole in a n-gga with a 7.62
make em’ do backflips, n-gga that’s tragic
pulled up to your funeral n-gga, closed casket
no carol baskin, murder that p-ssy, she askin’
hoes in my life, got a bad b-tch
not eatin’ p-ssy, i’m fastin’
she give me sloppy head, that hoe is ratchet
that’s on the average
pull up to your street and i’m threatenin’
pull up to your house, take your breath away
get in my get-away car
you just walked 1000 miles, that’s very far
boy, i’m ebk, i don’t care who you are

(bridge 1) –
’cause when it all starts
so when it goes down
the moon comin’ up
and the sun goin’ down
she call me her king
girl, where is my crown?
boy, get your bands up
got the racks in my account
(hook) –
chopstick came with a stock on the base
it’s a clip just to wrap so i can’t get attached
droppin’ ralph lauren and speed in the foreign
i’m doin’ past 80, i’m off of the map
off of the perc and i think i might crash
remember last night? ’cause my memory black
i’m livin’ in prime ’cause i stay in the past
i cannot make promises, nothing could last
i’m all about money and getting the bag
you try something stupid, i might have to blast
and look at pockets, got rickedy-racks
and look, your b-tch callin’, you can’t get her back
my chain always shinin’, it don’t need a flash
i’m smokin’ a blunt while i’m smackin’ her ass
cannot f-ck with old hoes, that thot gettin’ [?]
all different colors, it all just contrasts
double the drink, make it whirlwind
she is not spinnin’, she twirlin’
i cannot love her, she learnin’
i’m on my grind b-tch, we workin’
we in your block b-tch, we lurkin’
we drop a opp and see dead
we not stoppin’ the race
you done put the 3 down
you not droppin’ some rakes
you don’t drop fiction fake ’cause he keep him a k
turn you from gang-gang into a fake
now i make money these hoes wanna stunt
pop me a pill but i can’t just pop one
they hate on me til’ it’s all said and done
i’m sayin’, “nah this is when the change comes”
r.i.p, done for that n-gga, we dumpin’
spend a band in new york, n-gga it’s nothin’
i made the opps turn around and start runnin’
i made your b-tch turn around just to f-ck her, aye
(bridge 2) –
ladies and gentlemen
yeah!
yeah!
aye!
ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tragedy

- fiction fake

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