Robb Bank$, Lofty305 - Changed (Miami) lyrics
[Robb Bank$, Lofty305 - Changed Miami lyrics]
Aye, I said I'm coolin' I need a coat
Clean sprite you drink soap
Made your bitch hit a
Dirty blunt, dirty slut
All in my dertbag tee
I got OCD, everything gotta match the cup
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
Young dread head saying Samo
But same old basquiat done
Dirtied these hoes, all of em' same old
Meet you talk then fuck you I love you screen
Shot how you been ain't spoke in months
So now you tryna step back to square one
But when it come to you
And these green rectangles
Bitches symmetrical
Fell in love with my best friend bitch
You were trying to pass her
I's trying to wife her
Little smarter now than I was then dog
Take it with a grain of salt
Throw it on the wound the pain may
Help you learn a thing or two
The one puttin' that knife
In your back that's
The same bitch you trying to spoon
Two phones
Still can't communicate with a woman
Still rapping bout' four months ago and you
Told me that you loved me
And girl you been down for so long
I'm serious take that mind down south
Take a little breather before I beat ya'
Make a ho tell Broward
At least you ain't pay for no feature bitch!
Never raw dog like a compliment
SS bitch, know I got Drake hot
Smart Stunna Nazi young savage
But I could never ride a Volkswagen
I'm one deep in that foreign boy
That passenger seat still warm
Since you've been gone ignoring my calls
Set my navigation to talk to me
Bitch, I'm that nigga still that nigga
Been that nigga, mane fuck yo' nigga mane
Fuck your decisions fuck fucking me and then
Goin' back and fucking that nigga
But let me stop right there man
A wedding ring promised that I wouldn't
Fashion through your dirty laundry
But at the same damn time
Just a Future reference
I don't need no "just checkin' up iMessages"
Shit I remember like the first time I
Hit the lean, I seen you, you seen me
It's been a minute
So let me crack the Panamera tint
Just so you can get a glimpse
Of where you could've been seen
She say Her new nigga an athlete
But she crossed over to the MVP
Just tryin' to put you on game
Why she never at your games
Nigga I'm a sportsman myself
Just popped three footballs, touchdown
Young pimpin' gon' fuck around and turn
A fuck nigga into rebound
Where yo' money at, you ain't making no sense
Them niggas say I changed
They ain't making no sense
They be like where yo' money at
You ain't making no sense
Them niggas say I changed, they
Ain't making no sense, yeah
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
Aye, I said I'm coolin' I need a coat
Clean sprite you drink soap
Made your bitch hit a
Dirty blunt, dirty slut
All in my dertbag tee
I got OCD, everything gotta match the cup
Clean face
You tried to give these pussy niggas space
Finally got a taste of my own medicine
Now you want me to pull you up out the paint
Yeah I'll pull you up out the paint
Get in the paint, get in the paint
Young Basquiat my nigga, get in the paint
Tell that nigga to get in the paint
Said get in the paint, fuck nigga
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you boo'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I changed
Said I love you too' girl
Clean sprite you drink soap
Made your bitch hit a
Dirty blunt, dirty slut
All in my dertbag tee
I got OCD, everything gotta match the cup
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
Young dread head saying Samo
But same old basquiat done
Dirtied these hoes, all of em' same old
Meet you talk then fuck you I love you screen
Shot how you been ain't spoke in months
So now you tryna step back to square one
But when it come to you
And these green rectangles
Bitches symmetrical
Fell in love with my best friend bitch
You were trying to pass her
I's trying to wife her
Little smarter now than I was then dog
Take it with a grain of salt
Throw it on the wound the pain may
Help you learn a thing or two
The one puttin' that knife
In your back that's
The same bitch you trying to spoon
Two phones
Still can't communicate with a woman
Still rapping bout' four months ago and you
Told me that you loved me
And girl you been down for so long
I'm serious take that mind down south
Take a little breather before I beat ya'
Make a ho tell Broward
At least you ain't pay for no feature bitch!
Never raw dog like a compliment
SS bitch, know I got Drake hot
Smart Stunna Nazi young savage
But I could never ride a Volkswagen
I'm one deep in that foreign boy
That passenger seat still warm
Since you've been gone ignoring my calls
Set my navigation to talk to me
Bitch, I'm that nigga still that nigga
Been that nigga, mane fuck yo' nigga mane
Fuck your decisions fuck fucking me and then
Goin' back and fucking that nigga
But let me stop right there man
A wedding ring promised that I wouldn't
Fashion through your dirty laundry
But at the same damn time
Just a Future reference
I don't need no "just checkin' up iMessages"
Shit I remember like the first time I
Hit the lean, I seen you, you seen me
It's been a minute
So let me crack the Panamera tint
Just so you can get a glimpse
Of where you could've been seen
She say Her new nigga an athlete
But she crossed over to the MVP
Just tryin' to put you on game
Why she never at your games
Nigga I'm a sportsman myself
Just popped three footballs, touchdown
Young pimpin' gon' fuck around and turn
A fuck nigga into rebound
Where yo' money at, you ain't making no sense
Them niggas say I changed
They ain't making no sense
They be like where yo' money at
You ain't making no sense
Them niggas say I changed, they
Ain't making no sense, yeah
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
She wrote me back and said I
Changed said I love you too
Aye, I said I'm coolin' I need a coat
Clean sprite you drink soap
Made your bitch hit a
Dirty blunt, dirty slut
All in my dertbag tee
I got OCD, everything gotta match the cup
Clean face
You tried to give these pussy niggas space
Finally got a taste of my own medicine
Now you want me to pull you up out the paint
Yeah I'll pull you up out the paint
Get in the paint, get in the paint
Young Basquiat my nigga, get in the paint
Tell that nigga to get in the paint
Said get in the paint, fuck nigga
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you boo'
She wrote me back and said' I
Changed said I love you too'
She wrote me back and said' I changed
Said I love you too' girl