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Babyface Ray

Change My # (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Change My # (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Unfuckwitable - 2021)


Went a different level, changed my number on these bitches
Watched the love turn to hate, so it's fuck you other niggas
Seat back, reclining, just riding
Sand on they neck, baby, mine's full of diamonds
I can't quit for nothing, man, I swear a nigga tried it
I was just a product, boy surrounded by the violence
She was getting curious 'bout the cup, I let her try it
Every day, I'm thankful 'bout the streets, 'cause I survived it
We don't run from nothing 'less a nigga chasing dollars

Got some shit on my mind
Keep a stick in the ride
I ain't feeling the vibe
I don't fuck with these niggas
Niggas making me hot
Keep the business aside
Oh, we enemies now
Laws talking to me, never talk back
Cups out in public, we the ones started that
Designer to the floor, still moving with the bag
If I ain't Wavy Gang, nigga, what you call that?
Only real niggas fall off, crawl back
Only real bitches don't complain, let you stack
Put 'em in position, bet you they won't tell you that
Let her rock the mic, you ain't know your ho rap
I done drove there, sold this, drove back
I done flew her in just to fuck 'cause she was bad
Say she only fuck with boss niggas, not the staff
I done lost my mind, I been tweaking with the cash
I don't need the mall, I been spending all in Kith
Way the chains dance, man, I swear I need a tip
Gang traumatized and I been living with it since
I just ate a gram fifteen with the Ritz
Saint Laurent jeans, glizzy sitting on my hip
They say I'm on fire, everything staying lit
I 'member times thought I needed a brick
Now a nigga keep one of these on my wrist

Changed my number on these bitches
Love turn to hate, so it's fuck you other niggas
Seat back, reclining, just riding
Sand on they neck, baby, mine's full of diamonds
I can't quit for nothing, man, I swear a nigga tried it
I was just a product, boy surrounded by the violence
She was getting curious 'bout the cup, I let her try it
Every day, I'm thankful 'bout the streets, 'cause I survived it
We don't run from nothing 'less a nigga chasin'

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