Stunna 4 Vegas feat. Blac Youngsta – Change My Life

Lyrics Change My Life – Stunna 4 Vegas feat. Blac Youngsta

Young rich n**ga, I bought all my ice
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their ass like white on rice
F**kin’ that b**ch, I don’t give her advice
Signed with Baby, s**t changed my life
My n**gas gon’ slide, if I’m wrong or I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type
With no opp ass n**ga, you get hit on sight
Let’s go

I’m killing this b**ch all night
I hit her with all my might
She know I d**k her down just right
If she eat the d**k good I might buy her a flight
I might buy her a bag
If the b**ch could go get me a bag
She love when I f**k from the back
I’m not her father, she callin’ me, daddy

I let my brother tag in
That b**ch booty big, got a wagon
You know I’m a dog, I’m a drag her
I ain’t cuffin’ that nat, I’ma pass her
I throw me a Perc’ back and be higher than NASA
This ice got me cold like Alaska
They know Stunna get sharp than a dagger

Ain’t finna beef with no rapper
Lil’ b**ch, I’m a bagger
Don’t pass me no Henny, why not
‘Cause I’m pourin’ Wock’ on rocks
Uh, could’ve poured this s**t on my watch
Ayy, look at these pointers around my clock
B**ch, I got more h*es than Flavor Flav
If that n**ga hatin’, then he a f**kin’ lame
Badass lil’ n**ga, I paved the way
Used to be broke, now I ball like Damon Wayans

Young rich n**ga, I bought all my ice
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their ass like white on rice
F**kin’ that b**ch, I don’t give her advice
Signed with Baby, s**t changed my life
My n**gas’ gon’ slide, if I’m wrong, I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type
With no opp ass n**ga, you get hit on sight
Let’s go

Hit him with the stick on sight
Make a n**ga do the moonwalk like Mike
Smack a rap n**ga like Ike
Every time I run into that f**k boy
He be playin’ nice
Shoot a-shoot a f**k n**ga on sight
Down a couple pounds, and catch me a flight
Truth be told, I’m only here for the night
Tryna catch a girl, get a girl, f**k on your wife

Truth be told, I’m at war with the opps
Leave a n**ga cold like some daiquiri
And I keep a fully loaded MAC with me
And I’m sick of Uncle Sam taxin’ me
I ain’t never broken bread with no thot
Ain’t no thot even askin’ me
She got good p**sy like a massager
Stick it in, she relaxin’ me

Pulled down for the backend
I done got the MAC in
You don’t even know I’m packin’
Quarterback, throw a pack in
Middle man slackin’
He in need for a whackin’
Rich Youngin’, what’s brackin’
Twistin’ fingers up
We call that stackin’
Get caught relaxin’
Where I’m from, n**ga
We call that lackin’

Young rich n**ga, I bought all my ice
And I’m pourin’ Wock’ on ice
I’m on their ass like white on rice
F**kin’ that b**ch, I don’t give her advice
Signed with Baby, s**t changed my life
My n**gas’ gon’ slide, if I’m wrong, I’m right
And we don’t diss and don’t type
With no opp ass n**ga, you get hit on sight
Let’s go…

➤ Written by Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Sean Mula, Blac Youngsta & Stunna 4 Vegas
Album: Rich Youngin
Produced by Bankroll Got It
Stunna 4 Vegas | Blac Youngsta | 2020

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