[Music] Hunxho – Change My Ways [+ Lyrics]

Emerging as a standout track from the latest project, "I Quit Rap", the single "Change My Ways" showcases the unique style of Hunxho. This American singer-songwriter delivers a compelling blend of lyrics and melody that captures attention from the first note.

Positioned as the 7th track on an extensive 18 tracks album, "Change My Ways" reflects the artistic growth and versatility of Hunxho. The song’s engaging rhythm and thoughtful composition make it a worthy addition to any music collection.

If you’re looking to refresh your playlist with something fresh and authentic, this record is a perfect choice. Dive into the sounds of "Change My Ways" and experience the creative energy that Hunxho brings to the table.

Enjoy!

Hunxho Change My Ways Lyrics:
I trust the process like Embiid
I can't fall off, I'm too T'd
Make you disappear, I'm magician
I keep tricks right up my sleeve
Wish we would've stayed on the porch
I lost my dog 'nem to the street (Pete, stop fuckin' playin' with me)

Wish I could call him and tell him I miss him
I'm the hardest, can't let 'em forget me
I hit it at the hotel, London Tipton
And I pray I don't ever go broke
I'll make all these rap niggas turn to strippers
And I know these hoes don't miss me
I been savin' my heart from these bitches
'Cause they'll do whatever as soon as they get it
And I bought her Birkin, on Birkin, on Birkin
But none of these hoes ain't worthy
When I'd rather save my money 'fore I let another bitch hurt me
But the gang is all I need (need)
But I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)
I been gang-bangin' since thirteen (teen)
I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)

I switched the button to the FRT, this is a Benz, not an SRT
She just a bitch that I hit from the club
Swear to God, she'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I'm just a rich young nigga from the block
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I do the skinny with Timberland, might need the big pants, money can't fit in my jeans
I hit the lil' bitty bitch-ass nigga with money, yeah, I heard what you said 'bout me
I don't know nothin' but to get back up when I fucked up, ain't nan' bitch I need
I don't mingle, know I serve these bricks like Jenga
Send a blitz just like the Bengals, my young nigga just like the reaper
If he gon' get you, then he gon' keep you
She give me neck, my lil' flamingo
Me and Zay came back off RICO
I ain't fuckin' with none of these bitch-ass niggas, my circle just as small as the peek hole
And I'd box that pussy in a ring, uh
And my main bitch hate my side bitch, know I feel like Jerry Springer
But my side bitch hate my main bitch, may the best bitch win, I mean it
Nigga, I'm straight out the hood, all I prayed for was a Demon
Nigga, I'm straight from the b-lock, nothin' on me except a G-Lock
Nothin' on me except a AR, I'm sendin' shots this shit ain't b-ball
I send hits, lil' nigga, baseball
I played the cards I was dealt, nowadays I use my fake card
Walk inside the club with Glock on me, I don't use nothin' but my face card
Put the work in, I was slavin', now the rap shit, it done paid off
Put the money up for my babies, I birthed y'all, so I gotta pay y'all
On the block still with the Blazers, I throw up Murder Gang soon as I wake up
I ain't talkin' 'bout no face shot, but soon as she get here, I dry her face off

Wish I could call him and tell him I miss him
I'm the hardest, can't let 'em forget me
I hit it at the hotel, London Tipton
And I pray I don't ever go broke
I'll make all these rap niggas turn to strippers
And I know these hoes don't miss me
I been savin' my heart from these bitches
'Cause they'll do whatever as soon as they get it
And I bought her Birkin, on Birkin, on Birkin
But none of these hoes ain't worthy
When I'd rather save my money 'fore I let another bitch hurt me
But the gang is all I need (need)
But I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)
I been gang-bangin' since thirteen (teen)
I'm tryna change my ways (my ways)

This is a Benz, not an SRT
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
Swear to God, they'll never know nothin' 'bout me
I do the skinny with Timberland, might need the big pants, money can't fit in my jeans

I'm scared to lose you, I'm scared to lose you
I'm scared to lose you, I'm scared to lose you (Pete, stop fuckin' playin' with me)