Testo Change - D-Block Europe
Testo della canzone Change (D-Block Europe), tratta dall'album Street Trauma
I feel a stab up in my back
I got my killers coming back
I cut that coke up into crack, Yeah
18 up in Harrods, no racks, yeah
If you suck it real good I'ma have to buy a bag, yeah
18 I was learning how to cook crack
Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back yeah)
Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at
Tell me where it's safe so I can put that (Back yeah)
Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack
Feds up on my case don't ever look back (Back yeah)
She wanna fly away so I'ma put that
If I beat the pussy up, I don't mean hook that
Yeah, let's fuck tonight 'cause that's a chance you'll never get again
Just left the jeweler, VVS, my set is wet again
I thought that nigga was my dawg but he gave evidence
I spent some thousands on that pussy can't she haven't sent
Yeah, up at the stove, cover your nose while I cook crack
Me and LB hit a lick and then we never looked back
Had a shank and some butts in my book bag
Tryna explain to my mother that the hood's mad
I feel a stab up in my back
I got my killers coming back
I cut that coke up into crack, Yeah
18 up in Harrods, no racks, yeah
If you suck it real good I'ma have to buy a bag, yeah
18 I was learning how to cook crack
Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back yeah)
Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at
Tell me where it's safe so I can put that (Back yeah)
Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack
Feds up on my case don't ever look back (Back yeah)
She wanna fly away so I'ma put that
If I beat the pussy up, I don't mean hook that
I done some crazy shit I wish I never did that
If you was eatin' in my trenches then I woulda got you kidnapped
Shot up in his body, leaving holes up in his six pack
I see niggas goin' crazy just to get their kids and bitch back
I was the youngest trap boss so these niggas don't play with me
Youngest zinger in my city, buss down, done it blatantly
I was goin' cunch, tellin' mummy that I'm at KB's
It was me and Ads, goin' country, selling two of each yeah
I feel a stab up in my back
I got my killers coming back
I cut that coke up into crack, Yeah
18 up in Harrods, no racks, yeah
If you suck it real good I'ma have to buy a bag, yeah
18 I was learning how to cook crack
Hit a lick and never had to look back (Back yeah)
Hundred thousand in my bedroom just to look at
Tell me where it's safe so I can put that (Back yeah)
Louis squares, I got some lean inside my rucksack
Feds up on my case don't ever look back (Back yeah)
She wanna fly away so I'ma put that
If I beat the pussy up, I don't mean hook that
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Writer(s): Noel Pagan, Paul Jason Robb
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