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same shit - babyfxce e lyrics

[intro]
(it rains, n*ggas get wet, you know?)

[verse]
you want a verse and a vid, that sh*t separately
yeah, you got h*lla cheese, but no equities
i’m different, since you n*ggas pushin’ it, i’m pressin’ p
told a b*tch to take her clothes off and come wrestle me
throwing bullets while he ain’t lookin’, told him think fast
this ain’t a grand cherokee, n*gga, the jeep fast
keep one in the head, if you don’t, n*gga, that’s your ass
like saying you can put your seatbelt on before you get in a crash
naw, literally, that’s the same sh*t
i had to stop hanging around n*ggas, n*ggas be on lame sh*t
don’t claim you wanna be rich, ain’t do nothing to changе sh*t
last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the same sh*t
(last month, you had no hustlе, and this month, you on the same sh*t)
(just in the house playing the game, getting no pape’)
(last month, you had no hustle, and this month, you on the—) anyways
man, you n*ggas get your sh*t together
ain’t know i was the hardest young n*gga out of flint, n*gga, this a big refresher
in the motorboat with four poles on us, this fishing weather
chop talk every time you push its b*ttons, it’s a big confessor
got mac in the shop with a big compressor
b*tch keep trying to argue, my d*ck suppressed her
you speaking so highly on that b*tch and my d*ck caressed her
i ain’t even gotta use the chop, four*nick’ll stretch you
i ain’t even gotta shoot nothin’, gang pop sh*t
(d*mn, your gun hard, let me see), now this my sh*t
i open up these doors for these n*ggas, i’m a locksmith
your team need a center, they keep scorin’ on your block, b*tch
makin’ rollerworld money, on my block sh*t
b*tch, move your d*mn hand, that ain’t gon’ stop sh*t
sandpaper on the glock 22, i ain’t gon’ drop sh*t
i’m a cool dude, you’ll never catch me on no hot sh*t
unless somebody threaten me
i’ll have a rat run through your trap for that cheddar cheese
man, f*ck your plug, shop with ganja gods, they got better weed
mini drac’ burn his back up like leather seats

- babyfxce e lyrics

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