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Correct Don't Get Changed Lyrics
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[Intro] Fascinating [Verse 1: Denmark Vessey] [?] 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 [?], [?], [?] [Chorus: Denmark Vessey & ?] Don't get changed Don't get changed, you, you Don't get changed Don't get changed, you, you [Verse 2: Quelle Chris & Denmark Vessey] 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 to them green [?] Skate town before my hood passed it's touch [Chorus: Denmark Vessey & ?] 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 [Verse 3: Elzhi] 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 [Chorus: Denmark Vessey & ?] 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
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