Same Nigga

Aye, I'm really that nigga wit sacks nigga
Aye, you ask me, I'm telling em facts nigga
Aye, spice em up, cactus jack nigga
Aye, the shit too easy, like relax nigga
Aye, I'm running em down like olympics
Aye, I'm cool on this shit, bitch I'm pimping
Aye, I'm pulling up like a zipper
Aye, I never changed, same nigga

My nigga say he wanna funeral, kill em, now where is the burial?
Only be fucking wit bitches that's curving you
They say that they never heard of you
Aye, nigga u lame, you gets no stain, nigga that's game
Aye, put that shit on gang, shoutout to flame, blue faces rain
Aye, I'm getting rich, so I get the bitch
Ice on my wrist, got em all pissed
Blew a k on my fist, flew the bay on a bitch
Private jet on a bitch, but you say that's yo bitch
Say thats yo bitch, you say that's ya hoe
You say that's yo bitch, blew a k on that hoe
She see all these hundreds, she say your money funny
But being broke ain't funny, she give me buns like a honey
That hoe for the streets nigga yeah
Yeah, that hoe for the streets nigga yeah
Yeah, that hoe for the streets nigga yeah
Yeah, that hoe for the streets nigga yeah
She for the streets, see me like peep, her pussy gleet
Aye, dress up real neat, I'm so unique, they think I cheat
Aye, J's on my feet, up, THC, higher than reach
She wanna give me brain tell her teach
She suck on my dick like a leech

Aye, I'm really that nigga wit sacks nigga
Aye, you ask me, I'm telling em facts nigga
Aye, spice em up, cactus jack nigga
Aye, the shit too easy, like relax nigga
Aye, I'm running em down like olympics
Aye, I'm cool on this shit, bitch I'm pimping
Aye, I'm pulling up like a zipper
Aye, I never changed, same nigga



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Writer(s): Thaeous Coker
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