Testo stunt - They Hate Change
Testo della canzone stunt (They Hate Change), tratta dall'album Wallabees & Weejuns
Wow (wow)
I wish you niggas would be serious
Stent (when I see u)
Yuh
Must I murk these boys for the one time?
Mouth full of gold, like I'm Just-Ice
Niggas said "Fuck change"
Should've said "Fuck Life"
Take you off this earth for nothing it's still fuck the other side
Turn your name into dirt with one rhyme, two mics, check it three times
It sound nice, now where was I?
Buffalo Stance be how we stand, probably look unkind
Mentally been many places, but I'm from the sunshine
Now what's ya life like?
You on them 4's Huh?
You got your deal, you finna go and treat ya nose, huh?
She fucked another nigga, you can't let her go, huh?
You ain't gon' let no nigga play you, 'bout your dough, huh?
Stop playing
Who ever said they the best, shit, they ain't heard of we
Nah we off of that
You told the whole world, lady
We ain't ya average toe tappers, my sole A-1
Had the industry buzzing, since day one
That's on the low though, but you would never know though
The funds coming from tour runs, and the Venmo
My tape popping, you depoping, what that mean though?
My fees low, 50-50 gimme those
We just did a show with Courtney B, and the homie Lucy Dacus
We ain't leaving home until the fees is doubled, and the flights is covered
Fuck the standard, tell me what you getting?
Tell me how you living?
Still getting jerked for what it's worth
The labels made it worse
I done ran through Glouce, Gucci's and a Barbour coat
First name basis out in Drake's on the Savile Row
Menzies on my Face, cold, acetate Italian made
Remind me what was your name? I'm finna get ghost
That golf spin corners like I'm really on the autobahn
Freespeed, tires smoking like some fucking gauloises
You niggas is jokes, my strap stowed in the armoire
I call it my rainy day, in case these niggas wanna play
We really don't believe you, you need more people
Gold on my teeth, I'ma stunt when I see you
Stunt when I want to, stunt when I need to
Pulled a ill fade now I stunt, yo
I might put some diamonds on my wrist
South London bunnies always jumping for my hit list
Freeze, you a misfit, breeze in a instant
'Cause I don't need no rep, talking 'bout Vonne be on they pimp shit
Please, got a main bitch at home, she rock Margiela Cologne
I rock Chanel Number five, you smell it in all my clothes
This that Gulf Coast Soul, Post-Punk Crunk Music
Boy, better Know, like my name Frisco, whoa
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I sell it to you straight before I ever tell a fake
Walk in the room, screw face, make 'em faint
Ain't hard to tell that my name hold weight, that's change
Golden flow, ya hoes'll know, yeah
Bass Penny Loafers, Teeth Rosey Gold, yeah
I once knew some niggas down the curb, with smoke
Couldn't hear you over the crowd at the London show
Playing, niggas in Paris, béarnaise on all my steaks
We running through TSA, we making runaway plays
You tried the crepes, they're fucking great, thanks
Bitch
Golden Flow, ya hoes'll know, yeah
Bass Penny Loafers, Teeth Rosey Gold
I once knew some niggas down the curb with smoke
Couldn't hear you over the crowd at the London show
Playing, niggas in Paris, Béarnaise on all my steaks
We running through TSA, we making runaway plays
You tried the crepes, they're fucking great, thanks
Bitch
Stent (you sick)
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Writer(s): Andre Gainey, Sheldon Rhodes
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