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We Make Change (feat. Juelz Santana)

What up ja

What up?

What's the deal?

Nothing cam you can't be feeding niggas

Why not?

'cause they don't appreciate shit

I guess they gon' learn when they get in they car, start it up and boom!Killa! yo!

I'm official nice (nice),

Y'all niggas fisher price (price)

Fuck "trout" you bout let's "fish for ice"!

This a risk that's light, get it right the vicious price

(fifty thousand dollars)

Plus my kicks are Nike this what the bitches like

Like ya bitch and wife, and sister might get tonight

Mister right, kissed her right make sure that her lips get white

She don't suck nothing, buzzen but she lick it nice

She a humer, nah plumber she can "twist the pipe"

When I was fifteen, bang bang, I call my moms

Cell, she snorting long .that don't even correspond

All the ganj, all is gone just came from autobon

Came back with the foreign palm I'll holla!

Shit before I go berserk, jerk when I sold it hurt

Earth told me go to school .nah bitch go to work

And gave the coldest smirk, right after she stole my work

(where you going with my shit?!?!)

And the nerve to hold her purse I'll holla![Chorus]

We make change-yay

We slang yay

It sound like meringue like ay ay ay ay!

And we crazy holmes three eighty holmes

To ya baby's dome bang bang bang bang boom!

And we bomb like "la bomba" with bombers

Send bombers to bomb ya with bombs

And they bomb ya

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

They love me, they hate me, like ay ay ay ay!OK here go the rundown,

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put ya gun down

Puff puff puff, shutdown, uptown,

In the house, holla back, going around, done clown

I'm a do this fast or slow when I rap or when I bag a o

When I wrap that pass that, catch that,

Fast that motherfuckers had to know!

Oh oh! I'm about that cornbread, believe me I'm beyond dead

I do this for blood sheed,

Do it for bloodshed, Derrick Michael Armstead

Me and him soul to soul, if you bowl ya fold, better slow ya role

Before ya role get popped and them hoes is hot from pole to pole! (wo!)

Lemme slow it up (why?), so y'all can cope in touch

I'm heroine and sex in one dope as fuck

I'm hoping I'm roping the Trojan

And go in the hole and open it up if not dog I'm choking the slut

Am I poking or what? you got to figure dog

The game in a chicken wing, stupid "figure four"

I'm that nigga y'all I just ball,

Best dressed, dress fresh, oh yes yes y'all!

Songwriters

ANDREWS, CHRISTOPHER FREDERICK/GILES, CAMERONPublished by

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