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change - the purist lyrics

(intro)
marci motherf-cker

(verse 1)
it turn beige in the microwave
f-ck what the bible says , i hustle to my final days
my fade cycle like a tidal wave ,vinyl is played
pineapple haze accolades
i pull the ac up out the bat-cave , jackets is suede
tough leather like the back of a slave
black from a lack of shade, straight hit the p-ssenger in the range
while i was at the cabin bagging caine
lavender rain falls on the shoulders of the ordained
the more payed, all forte ,twenty four k gourmet
f-ck the horseplay, i jump out of the porsche and spray
till your complexion pale four shades
the lord made you soft as clay, but as a boss would know
office sp-ce , pillars hold up the portico
wh0r-s form portugal , words from the oracle
before the pigs raid , call the audible

(chorus)
change
bang bang to get change
i never change
bang bang to get keep (we blitz them)
i never change
bang bang to get change
i never change
bang bang to get keep (mother f-cker)

(verse 2)
check it
the blood oath is taken , money falls out the but-holes of gangsters
hang the oil paintings over fireplaces
beige guccis with the red and green laces
strive for greatness , my mind shine like a diamond bracelet
you mistake wine for blood on my apr-n
throw a shot back like sl!ck rick with the eyepatch
then slide the gat inside your pie-hatch
i should get a high five for that
gospel rap n, drop a wad of dollars in the mac hat
mashing the black , half a stack , push the seats back
used to pump g-packs , now i punch the atm keypad
eating crab , and keep cash , tread the beaten path
speak with pizzaz
chick treat the meat like br-ss
blow a note out the urethra , like aretha
and send you soul into the ether

(chorus)
change
bang bang to get change
i never change
bang bang to get keep (we blitz them)
i never change
bang bang to get change
i never change
bang bang to get keep (mother f-cker)

(outro)

yeah n-gga
just motivational speaking baby thats all
nah mean
this for all my gangster n-ggas straight up man
funny style n-ggas you don’t know nothing about this one
word up
eat a d-ck up till you hiccup baby
pick your b-tch up in the pick-up

- the purist lyrics

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