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Shoreline Mafia - Change Ya Life Lyrics



Shoreline Mafia - Change Ya Life Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fenix Flexin, OHGEESY ]

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes

I'm at Hibachi, finna paparazzi (paparazzi)
We shootin' shit just like a paparazzi (paparazzi)
This a .30, I don't do the stocky (I don't do the stocky)
This your bitch, I told her, "Shorty, top me" (shorty, top me)
Her nigga mad, he say he finna hot me (finna hot me)
Yeah, okay, come and try me, see who really pop it (really pop it)
Bitch, you trippin' I got options, keep that pussy poppin' (keep that pussy poppin')
I been gettin' to this money, I ain't have a option (bitch)
It get tricky when these niggas eatin' out your pockets (uh)
It get tricky when these bitches know you really got it (really got it)
Get up out your feelings, nigga get up in her pockets (in her pockets)
I been ballin' out, baby, like the Houston Rockets (ballin' out)

I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes

Dom Pérignon
Got your bitch, I'ma take her out her thong
I could change your life, this more than a song
Drug dealer, nigga, money on my phone
I got plugs, bitch, I got connections
MAC 10s, AKs, Smith & Wessons
Say she done f*ckin' lames, learned her lesson
Now she f*ckin' trap niggas, she progressin'
Good dick game, got a bitch stressin'
If the bitch sellin' pussy, I'm collectin'
It get real in the field, it get hectic
But, baby girl, lemme tell you, I'm a blessing
Off this big blue, filled up with pole
All this talkin', need to come out them clothes
I'm really havin' shit, I'm burnin' out the stove
You can have what you want and some more
Off this big blue, filled up with pole
All that talkin', need to come out them clothes
I'm really happy that I'm burnin' up the stove
You can have what you want and some more

I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
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(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes

I'm at Hibachi, finna paparazzi (paparazzi)
We shootin' shit just like a paparazzi (paparazzi)
This a .30, I don't do the stocky (I don't do the stocky)
This your bitch, I told her, "Shorty, top me" (shorty, top me)
Her nigga mad, he say he finna hot me (finna hot me)
Yeah, okay, come and try me, see who really pop it (really pop it)
Bitch, you trippin' I got options, keep that pussy poppin' (keep that pussy poppin')
I been gettin' to this money, I ain't have a option (bitch)
It get tricky when these niggas eatin' out your pockets (uh)
It get tricky when these bitches know you really got it (really got it)
Get up out your feelings, nigga get up in her pockets (in her pockets)
I been ballin' out, baby, like the Houston Rockets (ballin' out)

I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes

Dom Pérignon
Got your bitch, I'ma take her out her thong
I could change your life, this more than a song
Drug dealer, nigga, money on my phone
I got plugs, bitch, I got connections
MAC 10s, AKs, Smith & Wessons
Say she done f*ckin' lames, learned her lesson
Now she f*ckin' trap niggas, she progressin'
Good dick game, got a bitch stressin'
If the bitch sellin' pussy, I'm collectin'
It get real in the field, it get hectic
But, baby girl, lemme tell you, I'm a blessing
Off this big blue, filled up with pole
All this talkin', need to come out them clothes
I'm really havin' shit, I'm burnin' out the stove
You can have what you want and some more
Off this big blue, filled up with pole
All that talkin', need to come out them clothes
I'm really happy that I'm burnin' up the stove
You can have what you want and some more

I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
I could really change your life, baby
Hella rich and I'm hella wavy
Hella thick, yeah, she hella cakey
I'ma put her in a new Mercedes
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Writer: Alejandro Carranza, Fenix Rypinski, Martin Rafeal McCurtis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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