Lyrics:
distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you strange
Say you changed
Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same
Uhh!
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin' fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Baby yes
Baby no
Baby stay
Baby go
Baby bae
Baby bro
Baby pray
Let me know
Baby you know that I'm all or nuffin'
Ain't got the time if you ain't
show
You probly think I’m out trickin but I don’t love them hoes
I got bills to pay, I ain’t got money to blow
I love you so much, I just called
Captain Smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin',
Come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed
some bitch holdin' his money down hostage.
Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act,
and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe
you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed
And 9 months later
She Got a baby named Quintavious
She get happy when he smile
She just can't believe she made em
Look The baby changed her outlook
rebel boy
Hot boy, fifty thousand dollar watch boy
These ghetto jails come from out of my grill
Ain't nuthin changed still bout that murder murder,
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
bout you
Tell me what the phoneline do
Think you got me feeling brand new
Tell me, baby, what I gotta do
You said you changed but you changed for them
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
more
If you just let us in baby we’ll go by slow
And I can show you how to get it we’ll go buy more
So we can have a good time and blow our dough
I got
baby
Saying hey baby
Two dope boys in the Cadillac still
'Kast, the crown on ya Cadillac Seville
I'll make your wheels of steel stand (still)
Like your
dimes shit it's funny how them coins flip
Flashing for the girls but pay attention how your boys get
I ain't changed shit, the fit got rerocked
Been
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Cus amma be the one to drive you crazy
The situation gettin deeper by the minute
Aint you feelin it
So baby baby tell me please
Shay you know how
niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)
Cash rules everything around me ('cause you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E.A.M.
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