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A.M. Radio (103) Video (MV)




Performed By: They Hate Change
Length: 3:01
Written by: Andre G., Vonne M.




They Hate Change - A.M. Radio (103) Lyrics




Uhh, I play my part cause niggas watching like they at the Regal
Tarantino, French Legal when i'm around my people
Make em say twice, sure you right, I been that nice
Benefits from dancing with the Reaper
Black bastard child, karma be my keeper, poster child of a nigga chasing paper with the Motorola beeper
Ain't hard to tell though, my style go nutso
32 x 34 petite Calvin Klein hold my nuts low
Spent a pretty penny on it, woah, cause
You niggas ain't really on it, I'd rather die enormous than live dormant
And if you talking bout it, better shout, Changeset rolling out
Catch em out, posted in the crowd looking up like "Wow!"

Goddamn
When them niggas switch sides, and your whole scene die
Whole team moving funny, guess you missed out on some money
And these niggas turn to addicts, groupies trying to get established
Changeset in the middle staying calm, dropping bombs, niggas looking like, "Wow!"

I can't do your guest spot until the lights off
And everybody face the f*cking wall when I walk, too bright to lay eyes on
The link between you and all your bread but it's mine, gone nigga
Still bust a crowd head with the mics off
We had to stop dealing with you niggas, got different ways
Ain't seen you 30 days, same page, ain't shit change
Them boys is Internet, ain't never trying to innovate
Just letting them sucker niggas put you on a NDA, f*cker
Was it worth it? Hope your bands tucked up
Niggas acting like Change walking around stuck up, f*ck up
You mad your favs reaching out and love us, then knuckle up
They ain't put no real money on the ground, double up bitch
I can only be reached before 6:00PM via text message if you not saved to my SIM
And you know who it is, ain't clique, then it's them
Click on any nigga pitching like he really get it in, listen
River fisher, is you with it? You can't really swim
Y'all niggas bite, but Shark Niggas turning into shrimp
Heard your money phone dead, you was burning through the shit
I was working all my earnings into furnishing the crib
And that's legit, jitt
Lil nigga get up off my dick, ain't no splits for you bitch, PayPal for the Meters been hit
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Uhh, I play my part cause niggas watching like they at the Regal
Tarantino, French Legal when i'm around my people
Make em say twice, sure you right, I been that nice
Benefits from dancing with the Reaper
Black bastard child, karma be my keeper, poster child of a nigga chasing paper with the Motorola beeper
Ain't hard to tell though, my style go nutso
32 x 34 petite Calvin Klein hold my nuts low
Spent a pretty penny on it, woah, cause
You niggas ain't really on it, I'd rather die enormous than live dormant
And if you talking bout it, better shout, Changeset rolling out
Catch em out, posted in the crowd looking up like "Wow!"

Goddamn
When them niggas switch sides, and your whole scene die
Whole team moving funny, guess you missed out on some money
And these niggas turn to addicts, groupies trying to get established
Changeset in the middle staying calm, dropping bombs, niggas looking like, "Wow!"

I can't do your guest spot until the lights off
And everybody face the f*cking wall when I walk, too bright to lay eyes on
The link between you and all your bread but it's mine, gone nigga
Still bust a crowd head with the mics off
We had to stop dealing with you niggas, got different ways
Ain't seen you 30 days, same page, ain't shit change
Them boys is Internet, ain't never trying to innovate
Just letting them sucker niggas put you on a NDA, f*cker
Was it worth it? Hope your bands tucked up
Niggas acting like Change walking around stuck up, f*ck up
You mad your favs reaching out and love us, then knuckle up
They ain't put no real money on the ground, double up bitch
I can only be reached before 6:00PM via text message if you not saved to my SIM
And you know who it is, ain't clique, then it's them
Click on any nigga pitching like he really get it in, listen
River fisher, is you with it? You can't really swim
Y'all niggas bite, but Shark Niggas turning into shrimp
Heard your money phone dead, you was burning through the shit
I was working all my earnings into furnishing the crib
And that's legit, jitt
Lil nigga get up off my dick, ain't no splits for you bitch, PayPal for the Meters been hit
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Writer: Andre G., Vonne M.
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