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letra de gotta change - kerch dolla

[chorus]
fightin’ an indictment and’ll take the murder
caught an opp at mcdonalds, had to pistol whip a burger
ego [?], he the truth with the swipin’
every day, red post a new check, he like nike
soon as the case dismissed, i’m on the road back hikin’
every summer sh-t, made that bar knee hiphens
know some hatin’ n-ggas wanna be just like me
gotta change the lil’ alley, you wanna be just like me

[verse 1]
told the b-tch i love her, never said i need you (never)
all the fiends lovе me, i got what they needin’
servе five dollar hot-n-ready, little caesars
white b-tch ‘cross the street always bein’ evil
rockin’ all givenchy and givenchy, yeah, need you
spread the work like a [?], we nicknamed it measles
no big cheesy and sh-lls, diors morameesy
in the bank takin’ pictures, call that ten-hour cheesin’
n-ggas time for a bid, tell y, call keezy
you could call me for a bid, grab my sig, i’ll beat you (i’ll beat you, n-gga)
textin’ drock just to tell him that i’m proud of him
at loose callon, guess i get a lil’ style from ’em
hatin’ dropped a new chain, you should see the smile on him
they ran the ‘burbs, three hundred thousand worth of cars on him
b-tch, i’m still flexin’, been a minute since i ain’t lacked a ten
i love the v ’cause they’ll love what that special blend
[chorus]
fightin’ an indictment and’ll take the murder
caught an opp at mcdonalds, had to pistol whip a burger
ego [?], he the truth with the swipin’
every day, red post a new check, he like nike
soon as the case dismissed, i’m on the road back hikin’
every summer sh-t, made that bar knee hiphens
know some hatin’ n-ggas wanna be just like me
gotta change the lil’ alley, you wanna be just like me

[verse 2]
you should know i ain’t sh-t, i eat hot cheetos in the mornin’
i done been in cali three four times this much tourin’
n-ggas hangin’ ’round rats, actin’ like they ignorin’
kick the game with your b-tch and actin’ like it ain’t borin’
put these 3d glasses on, baby shootin’ xds
you ain’t never shot a shotgun off a jetski
off the key to not drink, b-tch, moves i can see
steady askin’ ’round town, where he at? where he be?
different ‘scriptions in the car, it ain’t a stunt i can’t see
drive back with them bricks in the trunk, it’s just me
cop ask me what i’m smokin’ in the blunt? it’s just weed
while i’m ridin’ ’round with chops in the trunk, it’s just me (dolla)

- kerch dolla

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