paroles de chanson CHANGE MY LIFE - Stunna 4 Vegas

I'm finna kill this bitch, let's go
It's Rich Youngin, 4X (Blatt)
4X, 4X (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
It's 4X, ah, ha (Blatt)

Young rich nigga, I bought all my ice (I bought all this shit)
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice (Uh)
I'm on their ass like white on rice
Fuckin' that bitch, I don't give her advice (Uh, uh)
Sellin' baby shit changed my life
My niggas gon' slide, if I'm wrong or I'm right (Uh)
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp ass nigga
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

I'm killing this bitch all night (Uh)
I hit her with all my might (Uh)
She know I dick her down just right
If she eat the dick good I might buy her a flight
I might buy her a bag (Uh), if the bitch could go get me a bag
She love when I fuck from the back
I'm like her father, she callin' me, "Daddy" (Let's go)
I let my brother tag in, that bitch booty big, got a wagon (Uh)
You know I'm a dog, I'm a drag her
I ain't cuffin' that, I'ma pass her (Uh)
I throw me a Perc' back and be higher than NASA (Uh)
This ice got me cold like Alaska
They know Stunna get sharp than a dagger
Ain't finna beef with no rapper, lil' bitch, I'm a bagger
Don't pass me no Henny, why not?
'Cause I'm pourin' Wock' on rocks
Uh, could've poured this shit on my watch
Ayy, look at these pointers around my clock
Bitch, I got more hoes than Flavor Flav
If that nigga hatin', then he a lame (Lame)
Bad ass lil' nigga, he paved the way
Used to be broke, now I ball like Damon Wayans (Ball)

Young rich nigga, I bought all my ice (Uh)
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice
I'm on their ass like white on rice
Fuckin' that bitch, I don't give her advice (Thot, thot)
Sellin' baby shit changed my life (On gang)
My niggas gon' slide, if I'm wrong, I'm right
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp ass nigga
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)

Hit him with the stick on sight
Make a nigga do the moonwalk like Mike
Smack a rap nigga like Ike
Every time I run into that fuck boy, he be playin' nice
Shoot a-shoot a fuck nigga on sight
Down a couple pounds, and catch me a flight
Truth be told, I'm only here for the night
Tryna catch a girl, get a girl, fuck on your wife
Truth me told, I'm at war with the opps
Leave a nigga cold like some daiquiri
And I keep a fully loaded MAC with me
And I'm sick of Uncle Sam taxin' me
I ain't never broken bread with no thot
Ain't no thot even askin' me
She got good pussy like a massager
Stick it in, she relaxin' me
Pulled down for the backend
I done got the MAC in, you don't even know I'm packin'
Quarterback, throw a pack in
Middle man slackin', he in need for a whackin'
Rich youngin', what's brackin'?
Twistin' fingers up, we call that stackin'
Get caught relaxin'
Where I'm from, nigga, we call that lackin'

Young rich nigga, I bought all my ice
And I'm pourin' Wock' on ice
I'm on their ass like white on rice
Fuckin' that bitch, I don't give her advice (Thot, thot)
Sellin' baby shit changed my life (On gang)
My niggas gon' slide, if I'm wrong, I'm right
And we don't diss and don't type with no opp ass nigga
You get hit on sight, let's go (Come here)