Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Get Changed, artist - eLZhi. Album song Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Don't Get Changed |
stole my what’s poppin' like yesterday, whatchu' want? |
I love the winter |
That’s when the quitters deep sleep |
From to dinner |
You lookin' like a number 5 with two apple pies |
I can tell your rap a lie when you bet your ice |
If I had to trap or die I’d be in the grave nah I’m Makaveli won’t come |
backareli to my wife |
Custom-made hypno scroll on a candy plane |
All you gotta do is nod your head in the, , |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |
Yeah, I said quit telling fibs in your raps and your adlibs |
My nigga that’s why I fucked yo' bitch in my adlibs |
Runnin' through the woes with my six in my adlibs |
Drop a million like it ain’t shit in my adlibs (yup) |
In my adlibs (no cut), in my adlibs |
Skip like a nigga don’t you wish you could have this? |
I used to cop shiny suits with Diddy |
Ladies squeezing out the sun roof like spaghetti |
They play it all tight |
Play like you get dough long enough to catch placebo hype |
You would think I’m in the hood all Deebo type |
Boy I’m just some I don’t lead that life |
Face down till them greenbacks is up |
Skate town before my hood passed it’s touch |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |
I got 35 brothers |
Swear that I’m a certified killer |
Low-key I don’t fuck with niggas |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed you, you |
Keys and slags and drama and cars and weed |
Three cheers for the last poet |
You got grass blowin' |
I clash a glass till we splash Moët during a toaster meet |
Most agree I supposed to be coast to coast grippin' the Ghost or Testarossa keys |
And as for the track, I can either be a breath of fresh air or a asthma attack |
See I don’t have to use my best bars to rip out a chest and leave flesh scars |
to all your producers and guest stars |
Uh-uh, these ain’t test cars |
Rippin' round your neck of the woods, smoother than dress scarfs |
With the 4−4 poem, if I picture you picturin' me blowin' up is that a photobomb? |
Y’all too nosy not to be inhaling kilos |
And don’t request these foul lines if you ain’t nailin' free throws |
What part of the game is that? |
Nameless act, I make you famous with the ignoramus or a shameless brat |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |
Don’t get changed |
Don’t get changed, you, you |