Lyrics:
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
Black Change Featuring J. Rob, VERB & Shelley Carrol
Written by Bobby Ray Sparks II, James Robinson and Shonna Blumenberg
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI),
Kiss me goodbye.
You think it never hurts? All the confusion.
All the itches in my nerves. All the hate in my blood.
My blood!
This isn't what I
We all made of
Two sides one full of love and one full of hate
When the latter comes through we act blind to hide the pain
It’s easier to be ignorant
make corrections. I cant add the no color in
Didnt two created that. You just want my black rage
You just want my heart to beat 1,000 times per minute
Dear God I know you got things to do
But can I talk to you, for a minute or two
I'm tired of seeing my homies dying
Bullet shells, paramedics,
Let's fall back, we need to
Wait come back, I need you
Blinded by love, still see you
Leave now, no stay there
Hate love, but you care
Break up, then
way still sabi make i knack am
Two by Two make ein enter menopause
Steal ein shine I be that Arsene Lupin
Pass me the (pills)
Pass me the (Rom)
Like
Me? I'm fluent
Calm confusion
Call Confucius
He can prove it too
The two of you can talk about your prudence
Just let me do this
I only got about
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
New Lyrics
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'
But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing
A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
Ahhh, make way for the lunatic
I want to stop, I drive by the camp quick
I want necks 2 or 3 maybe more
To squeeze again, and again, and squeeze some
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
Ugh So bitch just sit in line The number two regret for all you vets is y'all can't fuck with I
I compliment myself cause health is wealth I pray I stay
Ima swing by and pick up ya' hoe
Heart full of hate wear the hate on my arm
I'm from a place where you can't make it far
Don't need no bar to make top
to confusion
What do you get the shit or quit I'm singing it
Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hating it
Critics can't stop me my music will always play
I got
effort's paying off, go get it by any means
I don't pay no hate attention, I don't feel like there's a need
Especially if they ain't hot as me
Now take it
Grab my bag
Double check my jacket pockets
For belongings
Like my card
Oh it's in the car
Yes
Got 2 minutes till they start
The lift is in the parking
If I'm two minutes late then I have a panic attack
So I'm eternally early I wait by myself in the back
I look around, thinkin' everyone hates me
But
Seem like I can’t get enough. We bring in dem Digits to feed our dependents it have been a minute since I was down bad why u think ima grind till
by 2 newcomers
Can't say I lost him but I never knew my brother
When those 2 moved in they took my life away
Treated me like garbage & I couldn't find
Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?
You better OD until you DOA
In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on
The next shit that we own and we don't
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