Not The Same
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Im riding around with a drac
Just rolled me up 3 woods, i took them all to the face
My nigga pulled up to your hood, and you ain't come out you a lame
Im fucking my bitch so good, im leaving my cum on her waist
My cum on her waist while i'm all up inside of her
I kiss on that bitch i ain't even say bye to her
I'm addicted to money i can't even lie to ya
Y'all niggas be boring how yo bitch ain't tired of ya
Yuh
I'm just being real how the fuck she not bored
She came to my crib for the D she a whore
I got too much money all over the floor
Yuh, Yuh
How much money gio got it's a lot
I'm with my niggas we sipping that wock
I'm with the shit boy meet me at the drop
You what you is nigga i'm what you not
I'm in the whip with a mother fucking glock
I'm in the whip and she giving me top
And you niggas clothes but don't know how to rock
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
I put you on nigga you forgot
I got no limit i'ma hit the top
I got bout 20 bands behind a lock, yuh
I want them all ima buy the whole lot
These bitches all over my dick cuz i'm hot
Get shot in yo mouth repping some you not
Aye, and nigga no we ain't the same
You switched up on gang
Bout my brother nigga i ain't playing, yuh
I'm a big dog can't tame
Louis Vuitton's on the toes stay
My side hoe is yo main, Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Im riding around with a drac
Just rolled me up 3 woods, i took them all to the face
My nigga pulled up to your hood, and you ain't come out you a lame
Im fucking my bitch so good, im leaving my cum on her waist
My cum on her waist while i'm all up inside of her
I kiss on that bitch i ain't even say bye to her
I'm addicted to money i can't even lie to ya
Y'all niggas be boring how yo bitch ain't tired of ya
Yuh
I'm just being real how the fuck she not bored
She came to my crib for the D she a whore
I got too much money all over the floor
Yuh, Yuh
How much money gio got it's a lot
I'm with my niggas we sipping that wock
I'm with the shit boy meet me at the drop
You what you is nigga i'm what you not
I'm in the whip with a mother fucking glock
I'm in the whip and she giving me top
And you niggas clothes but don't know how to rock
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
I put you on nigga you forgot
I got no limit i'ma hit the top
I got bout 20 bands behind a lock, yuh
I want them all ima buy the whole lot
These bitches all over my dick cuz i'm hot
Get shot in yo mouth repping some you not
Aye, and nigga no we ain't the same
You switched up on gang
Bout my brother nigga i ain't playing, yuh
I'm a big dog can't tame
Louis Vuitton's on the toes stay
My side hoe is yo main, Yuh
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Writer(s): Jovani Carrillo
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