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A **** changed on a ****
Done changed on a ****, woah, oh
Done changed on a ****, woah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Done changed on a ****, oh, oh
First **** to say I wouldn't change
Soon as I got my change, I changed
Soon as I got the bread, I changed
Had to get out the hood, I changed
Oh, oh
Done changed on a ****, oh, oh
I done changed on a ****, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I done changed on a ****, uh
Walkin' in the club for a walkthrough
Sippin' out the bottle, not a glass, fool
I be fucking bitches that belong to you
Just sittin' in that sauce like the pasta do
I be having everybody leakin'
Fuckin' with the strippers for the weekend
Smokin' on that indo like rasta
These bitches done said I'm a monster
First **** to say I wouldn't change
Soon as I got my change, I changed
Soon as I got the bread, I changed
Had to get out the hood, I changed
Oh, oh
Changed on a ****, oh, oh
I done changed on a ****, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I done changed on a ****, uh
Still won't put my money in a bank account
Bought my bitch a Rover, had to count it out
She tell me that she love me, bitch, please
If she leave, I got the keys
I don't know what the world coming to
My little cousin say she like bitches too
So now, we fuckin' strippers every weekend
My grandmomma said I'm a heathen
First **** to say I wouldn't change
Soon as I got my change, I changed
Soon as I got the bread, I changed
Had to get out the hood, I changed
Oh, oh
Changed on a ****, oh, oh
I done changed on a ****, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I done changed on a ****, uh
Written by: Ephesia Titus Jackson