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chxnge - pass by lyrics

[chorus]
money on the stove
and i got peaches on my phone
i got my brodies on the road
who down to make a summer snow
passing bodies on the floor
throwing parties on the low
all my homies gotta be cold
caz audis whip alotta smoke

[verse 1: 4ourgod]
do it for the southside
do it for the big dawgs
do it for the shordy in the back with the fat ass
i just wanna hit it from the back then dip
if that cat fye, i’mma spin the block
look if she got a man
she my side piece
tell her f+ck a ride or die
tell her ride and moan
i know that she dig me
so i put a shot and a shot then i
i put a shot and a shot thеn i
smile and wave
smile and wavе
cash
she smile back i’m on the way sheesh
4ourgod with another dub
return of the boy yeah don’t miss it
thanks to the boy from the 6ix we outside
i’m talkin about rob the magician and ems
shoutout to kuba the pimp he the plug
i look at the dawgs
oh sh+t man i’m blessed
[chorus]
money on the stove
and i got peaches on my phone
i got my brodies on the road
who down to make a summer snow
passing bodies on the floor
throwing parties on the low
all my homies gotta be cold
caz audis whip alotta smoke

[verse 2: chxnge]
run it up
tell em it’s my money
govy tryna find the proof
hit up a city of 500
walk away with the whole place turnt
i don’t know how to stay broke
couple k came from the payphone
if i done needed it done
i done it
yeah i might be around guns
i love it
better not ride round making errors
we just tryna push that top boy terror
me and 4ourgod giving out vendettas
for the pop boys thinking that their
girls are better
ems gon bring that beach boy weather
kuba pimpin in a t neck sweater
catch us outside caz they f+cked up and let us
make more moves
meet more girls and get that
[chorus]
money on the stove
and i got peaches on my phone
i got my brodies on the road
who down to make a summer snow
passing bodies on the floor
throwing parties on the low
all my homies gotta be cold
caz audis whip alotta smoke
money on the stove
and i got peaches on my phone
i got my brodies on the road
who down to make a summer snow
passing bodies on the floor
throwing parties on the low
all my homies gotta be cold
caz audis whip alotta smoke

- chxnge lyrics

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