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E-40 - Trump Change lyrics
Trump change? (chump change) Nah trump change patnah not chump change Trump change, i'm talkin donald trump change I'm talkin steve wynn, i'm talkin y'know? e-feezee Chorus: e-40 Trump change, 32 valve northstar with the With the ? frames, ? Candy coated paint, pushin weight Roller skatin on them thangs! ridin federal Super-flossin, full tank of petrol Me and my mossie, trump change Lucrative loot, long money, big bread Step on my boots, next day, he was dead Shit you not, all i gotta do Is cough to have your motherfuckin head knocked off "nigga you my nigga if you don't get no damn money Just remember no matter how much motherfuckin fetti you sittin on You still a damn nigga" Y'all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies Y'all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies Little man complex, and if i ain't little Then i'm big, and if i'm big then i got, big man complex Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel Oyster perpetual rolex Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water Up out the public park sinks But most of the time it's louis the thirteenth, sixteen Hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stop Mo' candy than c it's coca leaves, flamboast and brag Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag! Bought a brand new jag without, lookin at the price tag Chorus Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns With my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones Talk to me, i feed the dopefiends crumbs It's monumental, when they let me use they rental I'm a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese Than the green bay packers, pay off the vice Ain't never went out blackwards I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel We talked about gettin out, but it's not official When there's a drought we don't fret, we handle business Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes That can make that shit and when they cook that shit It's just like dinner But cluckheads don't use forks and spoons They use tv antennas Chorus Bar-none, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation If it wasn't for some of that "tired of being stepped on" shit When i was locked up, i probably wouldn't have never made it Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much Puttin the ? on a new 40 if i could do it all over again I'd do it just like I was locked up on a friday, went to court on a tuesday Third strike victim, judge tried to do me Lookin at my folks on tv "nigga that's my nigga!" in the day room "vallejo nigga (watchin' bet) vallejo nigga!" Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall Up in here, we get the news before y'all Now you know we ain't supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones Dude why you jaw jackin Well what's the new thing? white collared crime computer hackin Ticket scalpin, and dang near e'rybody that i know Be tryin to charlie hustle and get they paper Sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches Just tapes, i let my boys drive my toys Radar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noise Lookin out for the elroys Chorus |
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