
Don’t U Change D. Savage
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[Intro: Tyler the Creator]
D motherfuckin' Savage, nigga
Where the fuck, I'm-I'm your biggest motherfuckin' fan
Nigga, on my motherfuckin' mama
I ain't told a lie yet, nigga
Shit
[Refrain]
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Uh-huh)
Feels like I fail and fail and fail (Oh)
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine
Feels like I fail and fail and fail (Woo)
Please, I need help, help, help (Woo)
Talkin' to myself, self, self (Woo)
(Oh)
(Oh my God)
[Chorus]
Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sipping on Wock', can't see
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 thought
Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' 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
D motherfuckin' Savage, nigga
Where the fuck, I'm-I'm your biggest motherfuckin' fan
Nigga, on my motherfuckin' mama
I ain't told a lie yet, nigga
Shit
[Refrain]
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine (Uh-huh)
Feels like I fail and fail and fail (Oh)
Please, I need help, help, help
Talkin' to myself, self, self
Life goes on and the sun gon' shine
Feels like I fail and fail and fail (Woo)
Please, I need help, help, help (Woo)
Talkin' to myself, self, self (Woo)
(Oh)
(Oh my God)
[Chorus]
Ayy, look at my chain, bitch, look at the watch
She wanna leave with me
I'm feelin' like Roddy, I beat up her box
Sipping on Wock', can't see
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 thought
Bitch, I'm a goddamn beast
He froze with his poles, I'm thumbin' 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
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