Tangotalk

[Verse 1] Drum got me on a beat So I had to go in Bossing up like Travis O’Guin Snapping like an apple tree That got a broke branch Then I’m leaving, d!ck so big Gotta grab with both hands Mighta grown a whole inch I done lost weight Got paid so much dirty money That I had to go rinse Gold drip got me so drenched Homie, I’m straight Me and Benjamin Franklin got a bromance Now we more than close friends Fu*k with him and we gon’ throw hands Got smoke like a barbeque rub Now my homies are some killers They don’t fu*k around with heroin But looking for a spot to shoot up Try as hard as you want People get on stealing my style (?) The new Corvette look just like A Testarossa until you see A real Ferrari pull up Fu*k it, I’ma do stunts On these one trick ponies Left Strange, but it’s love I just want Tech money I’m already cutting edge I don’t gotta dress funny For attention some of them Be looking suspect to me Fruity Pebble looking ass boy This a first class flow You could take a crash course Hire you a swag coach What I got inside it can’t be taught I got it natural Back before I ever had an afro That won’t change [Hook] S*it gets hot in the summer Down south where the air feels muggy Wind gets cold in the winter Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps falling Birds gotta sing in the spring time And the sunshine breeze feels lovely Seasons change but one thing doesn’t I’m not the one to fu*k with Some things never change S*it gets hot in the summer Down south where the air feels muggy Wind gets cold in the winter Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps falling Birds gotta sing in the spring time And the sunshine breeze feels lovely Seasons change but one thing doesn’t I’m not the one to fu*k with Some things never change [Verse 2] When I started making noise There were four white boys In the game with short hair So I grew mine long \”Yea-uh yeah\” was influence after (?) And my hair was a look That I took from John Paul In the Youngbloods I did every club from (?) Boulevard To the Northfolk Buckhead, Pharr Road Way too many strip clubs I can’t even name ’em They done played me on the radio Kicked me out of gun shows Bun B and s*it it’s been a long road Show respect, mainstream,underground Young bucks, old heads OG in ’06, no Wolf, no Tech Single on the radio I did it on my own 7-7-0 scratch show disk in my pocket S*itting on the competition for so long Surprised I gotta go now So many artists got a deal biting me Till it’s finally time to ease back Into they own style One they never recover Here’s an analogy How the crowd recieves my music When I think of it I feel like a world-class chef Feeding gourmet dishes To audience of Mickey D’s lovers Unappreciated by your unsophisticated palate So when you talk about music Your opinion ain’t as valid And it’s a dry age for a lay-up (?) I’m the s*it, when I spit I sing about it Homie that don’t change S*it gets hot in the summer Down south where the air feels muggy Wind gets cold in the winter Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps falling Birds gotta sing in the spring time And the sunshine breeze feels lovely Seasons change but one thing doesn’t I’m not the one to fu*k with Some things never change S*it gets hot in the summer Down south where the air feels muggy Wind gets cold in the winter Raindrops freeze and the snow keeps falling Birds gotta sing in the spring time And the sunshine breeze feels lovely Seasons change but one thing doesn’t I’m not the one to fu*k with Some things never change. Some Things Never Change lyrics – Rittz : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com