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letra de faux leather - they hate change

[intro: vonne]
sheesh (ooh), sheesh, sheesh (ooh)
sheesh, sheesh

[verse 1: vonne & andrè]
a plane just flew past my window, we up too high to get down quick
the view from here is astounding, we washed the blues out, no drowning no more
my jeans bleed like jeffrey, but crippy, f-cked up my bed set
now indigo, ricky bobby was fl!cked up, we wasn’t ready yet
yet, yet (ready yet), nah (nah)
slingin’ that telfar across my shoulders, ain’t nothing you n-ggas could tell me
shows gettin’ booked for the big fee, need to meet robyn, i need a new fenty
pallets of tapes shipped, we got a crate in, i’m ’bout to sling it, ooh
talkin’ a salе, i’m talkin’ chanel, ain’t nothing you n-ggas could tell me
i triеd to told ’em, hm
advice can’t hurt, but i never could mold you
i won’t play god, gotta stand on your own two, n-gga
slipping my ap on, but my wrist is empty
my tooth is precious, all my spoons precious metal
silver spirit in this gin, i might swerve reckless (sheesh)
stuntin’ in kerby and swinging my hips (right), ain’t sh-t you could tell that b-tch
y’all don’t know me (sheesh), nah (sheesh)

[verse 2: andrè]
money bag, money bag, money bag
sh-t, n-ggas still talkin’ and tokin’ that bullsh-t
i’m just like, “who you with?”
them boys got ignorant, that real n-gga sh-t
so-called poppin’ sh-t, i been ducked off, coolin’ it
i ain’t gotta post a pic, but i’ll be lyin’ if i ain’t f-ck up some sh-t, man
i could’ve paid off all my car, i spent that on the dog
paddy wagon through the mall, that coach collar, i bribed it all
cost two bills just for the hair snip, n-gga
purple label secret (rich), n-gga
my stones precious, n-gga, check my main girl wrist
n-ggas askin’ ’bout my payroll
boss up, boy, we ain’t got the same goals (nah, nah)
i just spent six summers workin’ on my streets, but boy, get how you live
skating on the beat, i spit like [1:51 ?]
[interlude]
[woke up to 2:06 ?], check my bang
[woke up to 2:10 ?], chains get loud like jp
gold tooth like i’m double-o, i see green, i see green
[?]

[verse 3: vonne]
backend, backend, backend, everybody talkin’ bout backends
you gettin’ f-cked over on a work for hire, should’ve read your contract back then
politicians still handin’ out lap dances, major labels do the same, all backhanded
ad dollars take a toll on your advance, playlist for a stream, couple half cents, madness
do the math on a hundred million streams, that’s three hundred bands
rappers as broke as they fans
’cause six percent of that percentage, then taxed and delivered is sixteen grand
that soundcloud rapper contract on demand
your a&r left, now you’re stranded
better hope you had a key man or a backup plan or the fanbase to run it independent
sh-t, stream era don’t love n0body, n-ggas thinkin’ they could do the billie eilish
that’s an inside job if you’re watchin’, but i’m sleep, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothing
fifty-fifty bust down on the profit, underground, got the game from the deathbomb
got the bandcamp doin’ handstands like it takes lightweight, name your price on the wavs (sheesh)

[outro: andrè]
uh, bet i be on my way
dsps, they ain’t worth sh-t, i’m trappin’ like the old days
treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the bay
your paperwork ain’t work, your pockets hurt, i relocate ’cause we okay
uh, bet i be on my way
dsps, they ain’t worth sh-t, i’m trappin’ like the old days
treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the bay
your paperwork ain’t work, your pockets hurt, we relocate ’cause we okay

- they hate change

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