Lyrics:
hundreds can
You make that change
Know the kid's style like a lego game
I be gettin' money with the same ol' game
You the same ol' lame with
The same ol
low
Oh boy you should've never let me go
But you've done it before
And know I know it's the same ol' same ol'
Ooohhhh
Verse2:
(You) thought that you
Got new bitches
Glocks with switches
Loyal Mrs
I'm that nigga
Same same ol nigga
Same ol bitches
Got new money
I'm that nigga
Got new bitches
Glocks
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
the Range
Shh, Shh, We ain't repeatin they name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I
. Howard
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
if I still come home late at night she fuss
But it's still the ol' same ol', same ol'
Things go, up and down like rainbows, we maintain though
So
the same lil boy in a big ol' house
Look at him now in the big ol' cars
And the same folk hated pay big homage
One minute let me be candid
Used to stand
a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
Slide in a hooptie, same ol' dudes
Movies time baby everybody gon shoot
Move in time I'll side step you
Lime water vibes and I mind my business
God
Look at you bout 50 still on the block
Talkin' bout you got swag doin' same ol' gwap
When I was young it was you I watched
I said I wouldn't make
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
lil' piggy ran home
Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' ass ass
Diamonds dancin', chillin' with my bro im finna take a lamb
Yo bitche she dancin', why you on my page, you tryna bring me down
Shh shh
I just
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shawnna
Same ol' charge, wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?
Oh yes, yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no
You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep
finished it
Inventin shit, cause Neva stay on top just like the city did
Really did just ask for them digits I hope she digging it
Same ol', same ol'
What's
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
Called 'Ride
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