We Are Not the Same

Jumpin in the game tryna see how deep this shit go
Runnin in the game I'm all in like his dick go
Sexy mf but will still pull a kick-doe
On this hoe that hoe
Won't even use the back doe
We are not the same I can attest
No comparing homie
Most these hoes are lame and depressed
Won't declare it on me
Laughable to see these bitches pressed
I ain't sparin homie
Take over the game with finesse
They been waitin for me
Surfer body hottie from the a lil bih
Converse with none of y'all wit hoe-ish ways lil bihh
You cappin just to cover up ya fade lil bihh
Can't relate lil bihh
It ain't shade, it's what is
Hot boxin the Benz on the way to the bag
You blockin my path then I'll find another bag
I'm poppin the tag y'all be hidin in the back
And I don't want yo nigga so relax
I can't help he finding me attractive
He shootin me yo address
While I'm stuffin money in the mattress
After that I'm headed out to Magic's
Got a couple hoes on the pole and that money's automatic



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Writer(s): Ashley Johnson
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