| Hahaha
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| Hey, baby
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| Let me tell you where you went wrong, yeah
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| Taylor Gang (Couture)
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| Had a reservation, they made me wait
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| Medium kobe beef paired with the eighty-eight
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| Now that the foundation is under construction
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| Almost home, I just add on the finishing touches
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| Got a new vision in the cut, few men I really trust
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| Menages, they get redundant, two bitches ain’t enough
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| Yeah, we do escapade, color me just a shade
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| Baby she Filipin', bulletproof Escalade
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| Rolling, we barely sober, roll up plenty doja
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| Popo keep getting closer, I dare 'em to pull me over
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| Blew on some other shit, do me a hundred clip
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| Big as a Harlem nigga, don’t do the Southern shit
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| Wanted to fuck Nia Long, tried to fuck Lisa Rigby
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| Might ship to Virginia, king, if you fuck me, the heater spray, yeah
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| We was living big, did a G a day
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| Nigga, we believe, just lead the way, yeah
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| You just like them niggas I dealt with
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| They never change, they never change
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| I waited outside for my niggas in the rain
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| And they never came, they never came
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| We was raised in a house full of fiends, ooh, baby
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| I seen better days, better days
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| I’ma always be me, I’ma always be around
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| Baby, I never change, I never change (Mm)
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| Never change 'cause of the fame
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| My car washed in the rain, my chain too much to even explain
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| Sleeping on a plane, high score, leaders of the game
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| Clean it up, we don’t leave a open flame (Open flame)
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| We pull up and they open doors
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| Pulling out weed they never smoked before
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| Haters watch how they approach us
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| This what happens when you turn players into coaches
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| Long snapping, staying focused
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| Always was the best rappers, eyes stayed the lowest
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| Never clout chased, waited on our moment
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| Niggas might doubt but the situations we made it out of
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| Make it so respect you gotta give
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| Sometimes shit ain’t always how it appears
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| So keep your friends near, enemies closer, never move off emotion
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| Rolling bomb but the shit ain’t explosive
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| I’m talking KK joints and mimosas
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| My queen, shots 'til we throw up, gang
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| You just like them niggas I dealt with (Hahaha)
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| They never change, they never change (Haha, yeah)
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| I waited outside for my niggas in the rain (Taylor Gang)
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| And they never came, they never came
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| We was raised in a house full of fiends, ooh, baby (In the way of themself)
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| I seen better days, better days (Yeah)
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| I’ma always be me, I’ma always be around
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| Baby, I never change, I never change (Okay)
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| We approaching the landing strip, we was wilding
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| Blew a few with the pilot, EMG move in silence
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| Niggas screaming this bag shit broke as hell
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| A million dollars to go to bail, my niggas got dope to sell
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| Me and Paul put your bitch in Couture
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| If you run out of money, baby, I’ll get you some more
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| Wouldn’t splurge on the budget, get these millions and make a few
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| At night I would close my eyes, each time I would think of you
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| Hush, couldn’t tell me nothing, fuck 'til you felt me cumming
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| Kissing and lick your nipples, bust in your belly button
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| Team up to get me loose, Bimmer 850 coupes
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| I loaded up canteen pouches and plenty soups
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| Penthouse a different fed, you want it? |
| I’ll get you there
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| Bullets’ll hit your head, Emilio Estevez
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| Field nigga, I was done picking cotton
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| I was smoking my profit, papa spoiled me rotten, yeah
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| You just like them niggas I dealt with
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| They never change, they never change
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| I waited outside for my niggas in the rain
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| And they never came, they never came
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| We was raised in a house full of fiends, ooh, baby
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| I seen better days, better days
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| I’ma always be me, I’ma always be around
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| Baby, I never change, I never change |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Change , by - Max B. Song from the album House Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп