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NLE Choppa – Change My Ways Lyrics

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(OG Parker)

Aye, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Damn)

Aye, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Oh, no, no, no)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop out on the block, turn into a sprinter

I’m not in my car, I’m in a rental

If that n**** want beef, take him to dinner

I love my Glock, got a lil’ kick in ha

N**** know what goin’ on

We ain’t talkin’ on the phone

If he don’t leave me ‘lone, I’ma have to get him gone

Retarded with this Choppa like a n**** missin’ chromosomes

After we drop his body, we gon’ go and dump him off

Don’t run from this ass whoopin’

And if you run, I grab my gun

Ay, shoot him in his back or some

I know he’s dead, he’s not shaken

Police call me, “Beat that case”

Before I eat, I say my grace

I see my Crips and shake up Grape

You know that I can’t change my ways

I’m a creative thinker, blunt in my finger

Catch me a rapper, make him turn to a singer

Saw bitch in his eyes when a n**** had seen him

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If the n**** had the pipe, I would’ve damn near cleaned him

In the trap, fool, with the sack, fool, sellin’ dog food

Hit the backdoor ’cause the n**** seen the law intrudin’

N**** had to shoot him because he a tall dude

I ain’t finna fight no man, I’m a small dude

We was them n***** trappin’ with them Ks

The difference between me and you, bitch, I’m paid

Bullet flew pass my face in a shootout, I’m brave

If he send a diss, then he gon’ die today

Paid that bitch, just to give me the drop

I’ma trade him a Draco for another Glock

Little do he know that choppa dirty as a mop

And I need some new shoes ’cause I ran from the narcs

Hop out on the block, turn into a sprinter

I’m not in my car, I’m in a rental

If that n**** want beef, take him to dinner

I love my Glock, got a lil’ kick in ha

N**** know what goin’ on

We ain’t talkin’ on the phone

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If he don’t leave me ‘lone, I’ma have to get him gone

Retarded with this Choppa like a n**** missin’ chromosomes

After we drop his body, we gon’ go and dump him off

Don’t run from this ass whoopin’

And if you run, I grab my gun

Ay, shoot him in his back or some

I know he’s dead, he’s not shaken

Police call me, “Beat that case”

Before I eat, I say my grace

I see my Crips and shake up Grape

You know that I can’t change my ways

Can’t change my ways for a bitch, n****

You told what you saw you a snitch, n****

And where I’m from, keep a stick, n****

And keep you a mask when you stick n*****

And keep you a glove when you blick n*****

I don’t pop shit, I pop gun triggers

I’m the KKK ’cause I keep killin’ n*****

I don’t care where you at, we gon’ finish n*****

Kill a n****, then pop up at the wake

Slime in cut, he got popped by Grape

Face shot out the Drac, ain’t no way he gon’ make it

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Tell his momma that I did it, better get your, baby

White boy the cut with the gun, slim shady

White boy with a bum in the cut, Tom Brady

I’m already on game, why this n**** tried and play me?

Hollow tip for a cop if that n**** try to taze me

Shit get spooky, n****, no cap

This shit get real vicious, on god, we creepin’ on these streets a hundred deep

We’ll do that

We’ll do that

Get that boy a blue bag

We’ll do that

Hundred some shots, come do that


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