Don't U Change - D. Savage

D, mother, fuckin' Savage nigga

Where the fuck, I’m-I'm your biggest mother fuckin' fan

Nigga on my motherfuckin' momma

I ain’t talkin' out my ass nigga, shit

Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Unh-huh)

Feels like I’m failin', failin', failin'

Please, I need help, help, help

Talkin' to myself, self, self

Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Unh-huh)

Feels like I’m failin', failin', failin'

Please, I need help, help, help

Talkin' to myself, self, self

Ahhh

(Oh My God)

Aye, look at my chain, bitch look at the watch

She wanna leave with me

I’m feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box

Sippin' on RXC

I’m fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock

Reppin' that 3−3-3

I’m killin' em dead, don’t know what they got

Bitch I’m a Goddamn beast

If froze up his poles, I’m thrombin' through rolls

Make bread in my Goddamn sleep

We hit up the the road, I’m fuckin' these hoes

She hate every time I leave

I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock

Make sure the cops don’t speak

And if I go down, just please hold me down

Don’t you change on me

I been working so I gotta shine

Put in work ima put in the grind

Dog you know I got cash on my mind

I go deep fell in love in the spine

I pull up to yo hood and jump out a bush

And show you this 40 of mine

Aye I got dope in my veins

I’m sippin on mud

I’m trying to kill something I’m high

D Savage

Don’t U Change

Put that dumb ass nigga in the sky

I get it poppin like 4th of July

She wanna suck on my dick while I drive

Said you love me bitch why did you lie

Count hundreds and fifties

I promise its litty lil nigga I’m runnin the city

I’m riding big B that’s the Bentley

I’m shooting you know that its with me

Aye, look at my chain, bitch look at the watch

She wanna leave with me

I’m feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box

Sippin' on RXC

I’m fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock

Reppin' that 3−3-3

I’m killin' em dead, don’t know what they got

Bitch I’m a Goddamn beast

If froze up his poles, I’m thrombin' through rolls

Make bread in my Goddamn sleep

We hit up the the road, I’m fuckin' these hoes

She hate every time I leave

I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock

Make sure the cops don’t speak

And if I go down, just please hold me down

Don’t you change on me

I be blowin on gas like a chimney

I got bitch niggas talking bout killin me

I be ridin with sticks are you kiddin me

I’m just hoping they matching my energy

I’m smoking exotic my bitch is erotic

I’m flexing got bands in my pocket

Why you lyin you just need to stop it

I snuck in this bitch with my rocket

I got what you need I’m plugged to the socket

She all on her knees she giving me noggin

Ain’t getting no cheese ain’t makin no profit

I speak to them all like a prophet

I jump in these streets and don’t do no talkin

I’m throwin up B’s on the block with my potnas

We just politican and counting up dollars

I can’t hit if that pussy got mileage

Aye, look at my chain, bitch look at the watch

She wanna leave with me

I’m feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box

Sippin' on RXC

I’m fresh out of jail, but I need a Glock

Reppin' that 3−3-3

I’m killin' em dead, don’t know what they got

Bitch I’m a Goddamn beast

If froze up his poles, I’m thrombin' through rolls

Make bread in my Goddamn sleep

We hit up the the road, I’m fuckin' these hoes

She hate every time I leave

I bought her Chanel, she hold on my Glock

Make sure the cops don’t speak

And if I go down, just please hold me down

Don’t you change on me

Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Unh-huh)

Feels like I’m failin', failin', failin'

Please, I need help, help, help

Talkin' to myself, self, self

Life goes on and the sun gon' shine

Feels like I’m failin', failin', failin' (Woo)

Please, I need help, help, help (Woo)

Talkin' to myself, self, self (Woo)