Change Your Life - Nu JerZey Devil, The Game, BWS

A-R nigga, what

Fuck your baby momma, fuck all of her friends then I nut

I’m a nut, follow me on Twitter

Nigga don’t be that bitter

If that’s your girl, then I fuck

Nigga I smash it, pass it

From the Goods down to the Kardashians

Got st&s on my passport, stripes on my record

But that don’t mean I can’t get her naked, check it

Forty thou for my necklace, wrist so reckless

Tell your girl I got a hard dick for them wet lips

Tell her to sex this, tell her to text this

Tell her to pick me up, in her ex shit

Gone

Not for long, graduated from Stanford, so I hear «Game Strong»

She look good dressed, you should see her in a thong

Get her so wet, she could bubble up a bong

Ass so right, make a nigga wanna tap that

Pussy so tight, fit my head like a snap back

Almost fell in love, but a nigga had to snap back

Pimp hand strong, tell her Goldie from the Mack back

Mr. Red Bottoms, nah, you ain’t like me

Catch me with a fly white bitch, Ice-T

Who at your girl crib chillin'?

Shit I might be

You ain’t heard Jerz P I M P

See actin' cocky, so I threw on the mag

Put her ass down like a 6−4 rag

She wanna cuddle and keep, but get around

So I told her I only got one night in this town

Stars are lit on nights

Time to put the bottles in the ice

Give me one night, I can change your life, right

Girl tell me what you want

(Everything comes with a price

I just want a little time, let me be your wife

I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life

Give it to me how I want it, you know how I want it)

Started off with dust, now I got duckets

My bitch see a Benz, but I treat it like a buck

Drop that ass off, better keep the meter running

Got 3000 hits, Derek Jeter motherfuckers

Now rockin' with the greatest

All my number 4 Jordans, go buy the ace of spade shit

And these blood diamonds, cause a blood rhyming

Cold as 4th quarter nigga, I’m a call them Blood Bryant

The newest everything, welcome to flight school

She hates Home Depot, I bet she like tools

You know I ride smooth, that Maserati sick

I need a parachute, baby I’m high as shit

Got all this fuckin' ice, I need a hockey stick

Nobody fuckin' with me, no, I ain’t sellin'

We getting hella bent, hell let the liquor talk

3 card monte tell that bitch we ice cards

Now a nigga on, all these hoes wanna bother me

TD please, can you get us up in Colony?

All they wanna do is pop spades with the crew

Cause we pour the mob deep, without Havoc or Prodigy

Next day she like «You owe me an apology»

I’m like «What for?

«She like «Why you unfollow me?

«Since we bringing up old shit

Last time you gave me head, bitch why you ain’t swallowing?

The poor paper hustler, motherfucker give it to me, I can sell that

The homie sits around a whole lot of fly bitches, thinkin' I got held back

I left the crib and told momma I had a vision

And called your bitch up and told her I’m back pimpin'

My nigga Chuck hit me, I told him I had a verse

He told me it’s only 8, I told him I make it work

I be on my MacBook, internet pimpin'

Skyping with 2 naked bitches, trying to get a visit

I chat to her iPad, so

I keep the snake on my head, these dudes are swallowin' my future

One night, my neck bright and my wrists glisten

Fresh to death, get dressed at the mortician

Tore life, my wife, your entertainment

Baby I can make you famous

Yeah, you know I’m laughin' at you niggas

Trippin' on them hoes, spendin' cash on them bitches

Tippin' on them hoes, I’m an ass on them sixes

Models on the phone, gettin' head, I’m chillin'

Big bottle poppin', the money in the building

Take this bitch over, shit that’s how a nigga feeling

Fistful of Rozay, yeah a nigga get it

Now I’m trying to find a wife with all these motherfucking women