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same damn time (remix) - gucci mane & future lyrics

[chorus: future]
i wear gucci, i wear bailey, at the same d*mn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same d*mn time
selling white, selling mid, at the same d*mn time
f*cking two bad b*tches, at the same d*mn time
at the same d*mn time, at the same d*mn time
at the same d*mn time, at the same d*mn time
i’m at pluto, i’m at mars, at the same d*mn time
on the sofa, poppin’ bottles, at the same d*mn time

[verse 1: gucci mane]
f*cked your sister and your girl at the same d*mn time
all these diamonds that i rock could make a b*tch go blind
yella ice, white ice at the same d*mn time
walkin’ straight through the club, i don’t stand in no line
and my glasses jimmy jewels but i got them gucci shoes
with a louis belt and prada bag, i swear i’m so confused
i shop at vista lenox mall in the same d*mn day
spendin’ 10k in future, feel the same d*mn way
serve my baby momma brother, got the same ole grind
sellin’ bricks, sellin’ bales at the same d*mn time
i get better every year so my flow is like wine
i’m a rapper and a trapper at the same d*mn time
[chorus: future]

[verse 2: rick ross]
whipping white and baking soda, at the same d*mn time
puffy got a mansion, b*tch i got the same d*mn kind
went and bought two sixty twos, at the same d*mn time
rock an ap and a rolly, at the same d*mn time
at the same d*mn time, at the same d*mn time
still selling boy and girl, at the same d*mn time
selling cane, getting brain, at the same d*mn time
all the women say my name, at the same d*mn time
letting off two different choppers at the same d*mn time
putting down in different projects at the same d*mn time
dope money still a object, it’s the same d*mn grind
but i got two platinum artists, at the same d*mn time
went and got two maseratis at the same d*mn time
liberace, john gotti, at the same d*mn time
at the same d*mn time, it’s the same d*mn grind
captain boy, cooking crack, at the same d*mn time
on my twitter writing raps, at the same d*mn time
getting head counting bread, at the same down time

[verse 3: wale]
she on molly, she with mary, at the same d*mn time
we the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob
f*ck a tape, f*ck your broad
middle finger up, to the mother f*cking law
no days off, gunplay ball, sick with the cross like deron going off
at the same d*mn time
shape like a eight, face like a nine
heard she dancin’ at kamal’s, and she make too much to stop
and she stripping, go to college
and they trickin’ her deposit
while them b*tches always gossip, she busy going shopping
at the same, at the same time
and your girl don’t show her face when i be facetimin’
sb nike’s, with the grey box
you in the past me and future on the same watch
[chorus: future]

[verse 4: gunplay]
all black, khaki jumper, actin’ a donkey
at the same d*mn time, got these b*tches poppin’ monkey
metro zoo in here, with my crew in here
with all these hogs in the game no room for you in here
limo tints on my shades, skinnies on my blades
crocodile kicks like my hood the everglades
rich forever paid
do it with no effort, now let’s effin’ celebrate
toast and spill the grapes, hoes catchin’ vapes
toe touchin’ freaks
she jumped on my pole and did a pole trick for me
slippin’ on ya pimpin’ that means more grip for me
chrome lips on the forgi’s d*mn near swallowing the street
you owe me, homie have that now
i’m a pull that gat out now
must be out your rabbit mind, i’m thuggin’, rappin’, same d*mn time

[verse 5: meek mill]
i rock gucci, i rock louie, at the same d*mn time
i shoot you and k!ll ya homie, with the same d*mn nine
in kitchen, whippin’ blow, it got the same d*mn crumbs
i need a ho that’s like my pro without the same d*mn mind
at the same d*mn time, gettin’ hit on by a couple hoes
two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
i told her i love that p*ssy, she think we a couple though
and she got a boyfriend but she say he a sucka though
at the same time, pull up like james bond
in that aston martin on these n*ggas, game time
fresh ass mike’s, my rollie on ice
got b*tches on mollies, they rollin’ all night
i be way out in cali, got hoes of all types
with 80 racks in my pocket, n*gga i go in all night
[chorus: future with rick ross, wale, gunplay, meek mill and ludacris]

[verse 6: ludacris]
yeah, luda is unstoppable, his money is astronomical
sell as many records as a n*gga like me that sh*t is just impossible
rappers is delusional and now they talking more sh*t
anything is lie when it coming out the mouth of a desperate starving broke b*tch
choke b*tch, you used to be good but now you’re garbage
any n*gga that wanna step up to the plate and battle will get demolished
my flows is rubbing off just like their fingernail polish
you rappers ain’t got no swag, you need to k!ll your f*cking stylist
they biting like piranhas then crying to their momma
these n*ggas best to call their troops back like obama
that trash that you’re spitting didn’t faze me, matter of fact your record label still pays me
see luda never starting sh*t, i’m always on my grind, but i’ll respond to three rappers at the same d*mn time

[chorus: future]

{verse 7: soulja boy}
?

[chorus: future]

[verse 8: akon]
i’m far with this sh*t, it’s a lot going on at the same d*mn time right about now
i put that on my block, n*gga this ain’t nothin’ new to me
rollie on my wrist, designer shoes and a gucci treat
supermodel b*tches and they frizz all in my bathroom’d up
team money said they like ‘er, i said f*ck it then i’m passin’ up
got money to blow, i get it like i print it all
a million at the show, ain’t no way that i could spend it all
monday i be all up in my lambo, cross me pocket chips
tuesday pull the rrari up, say i’m on some floss ‘n’ sh*t
wednesday i’m confused, i don’t know which car to head on with
i want something new, i’m about to buy some other sh*t
but i don’t know which car to go in yea
i said f*ck it, went and bought a lil’ jet

[chorus: future]

[verse 9: akon]
i’m back up on my gunner sh*t, i f*ck the b*tch you comin’ with
no squares in my circle, not the n*ggas that i haller with
god no, make no noise when i bust cause i muzzle it
1500 mill on the real i’m tryna double it
f*ck ’em with my diamond shine, fresh up off that diamond mine
n*ggas come and get you like they propin’ up in columbine
columbine, propin’ up in columbine
you don’t want no problem, where i’m from they do this all the time
and you don’t wanna gamble with your life
like the chalk up on that sidewalk, my whips are all white
crib is all white and that jewelry so bright
multitask with this pimpin’, we could do this all night

[chorus: future]

[verse 10: young jeezy]
young on the remix he goin crazy
is that a hermes belt that sh*t is crazy
both the rarri and the harley got the same d*mn pipes
if i stack up all these hunnits, itd be the same d*mn height
every time i see her out she with the same d*mn dikes
bad b*tches on deck, we got the same d*mn likes
drinkin sprite, wearing coatless at the same d*mn time
every the n*gga holla, he want the same d*mn nine
so i chop him like im nino brown
wear him like im hatian jack
all i blow is cash n*gga show me where the station at
yall act like yall and feeling this but personally im k!llin this
n*ggas talk that yayo sh*t but personally im into it
yeah i said my earrings cool but personally they ignorant
personally they ignorant
yea, yea, yea, yea

[chorus: future]

[verse 11: future]
i’m in fifs with the sack going crazy
got some diamonds around my neck no fugazi
bad b*tches in the suite, trying to bathe me
just a young hood n*gga, streets raised me
working with a unit try and stretch it to another one
drinking on that activis, it taste just like some bubble gum
thumbing through a check, boarding on the jet
talking on the iphone, sipping out the styrofoam
that dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
vvs and white stones, vvs and white stones
i’m rolling like a rolling stone
free bands on al capone
and my cash way long, (turned up)
i see a bunch of clones

[chorus: future]

[verse 12: future]
give me apartment and some water and i can swim
got that gambino jumping out the gym
my young n*gga serving j’s outside crim
jumping cross me you know your chances slim
in my aviator gucci like i’m driving planes
when the cash hit cash money smell like cocaine
doing birdman numbers making flips like jackie chan
walk inside the jeweler jumping bail on your ring
spent so much on louie gave me free champagne
in bal harbour shopping and they doing the same thing
and i keep my cup with me like a pimp
i think i’m magic don juan take a glimpse
spike lee need to get this sh*t on film

[chorus: future]

[interlude: diddy]
ayy yo, turn my mic up man
i don’t even know why motherf*ckers is trying to touch this motherf*cker
n*ggas’ pedegree ain’t pure enough for this
n*ggas you can’t multitask n*gga! ya’ll n*ggas can’t multitask!
you know you can’t do the remix without me
don’t n0body talk sh*t like me b*tch, check it out

[verse 13: diddy]
boy your money and my money ain’t the same d*mn kind
i can live your life and my life at the same d*mn time
see my riding out money that’s yo “buy yo house” money
i got that “i can build a mall right by your house” money
(hold up) say you got that 550, you talking ’bout that benz, n*gga?
say i got that 550, i’m talking ’bout them m’s, n*gga
all black phantom, white seats, i k!lled them bring them white sheets
say ooh i think she like me ’cause i cop maybachs like white tees
i’m in time, people, fortune, forbes same d*mn time
xxl, gq, vibe, source same d*mn time
n*gga you don’t live that sh*t that’s in yo lame ass rhymes
y’all done woke a sleeping giant now the game back mine

[chorus: future]
i wear gucci, i wear bally at the same d*mn time
on the phone, cooking dope, at the same d*mn time
selling white, selling mid, at the same d*mn time
f*cking two bad b*tches at the same d*mn time
at the same d*mn time, at the same d*mn time
at the same d*mn time, at the same d*mn time
i’m at pluto, i’m at mars at the same d*mn time
on the sofa, popping bottles, at the same d*mn time

[verse 14: lil wayne]
turn the music up in my headphones
uh, i’m wildin’ out on my skateboard, she ridin’ d*ck like race cars
my blunt longer than sp*cebars, i’m gettin’ higher than quasars
i beg your pardon, i egg your noggin, got nin up in my glove compartment
i’m so short, yellow bus r*t*rded, my flow hard, these n*ggas carpet
i’m tunechi, i do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis
i make that b*tch cum ’til she come to a conclusion
i’m ill as an illusion, i got b’s like a student
b*tch i am not a human and this d*ck is therapeutic
she say, “tunechi give that d*ck to me, smoother than a symphony”
two bad b*tches at the same time, symmetry
murder you no sympathy, got medal like olympians
tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses
f*ck y’all n*ggas i’m gettin’ me, is you kiddin’ me?
that big booty, them pretty feet
them swishas’ sweets with that purp
church * with the priest
that red*boned get l!cked to sleep, she’ll wake up and get d*cked to sleep
pickled meat, freaky deak, i test these n*ggas with a cheat*sheet
her cl*t look like a jelly bean, i’m on that promethazine
blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like mr. clean
i’m a king i have a dream, money flippin’ trampoline
money flippin’ balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen
that’s your b*tch if my celly ring and i kiss her belly ring
put that d*ck up in her spleen, i shine like afro sheen
and i eat p*ssy, she suck d*ck at the same d*mn time
that’s a 69, then pass her to my slime
i’m skatin’ and rappin’ at the same d*mn time
i said i might retire, but y’all know i be high
i did that time, i paid that fine
f*ck around and go to jail for the same d*mn crime
for the same d*mn crime? na, murder this time
potato on the end of the barrel, french fries
i’m rich b*tch, trukfit in macy’s!
and you p*ssy n*ggas hatin’ like a racist
totally dude, i’m white boy wasted
she can’t wait to take her drawers off like braces
yeah, scooby got another one, smokin’ on that bubble gum
two dutch b*tches, double dutch, i’m the sh*t, bubble guts
n*gga get your duffles up, don’t know if it’s love or l*st
tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks
that p*ssy whack, i’m one and done, trouble some i’m troublesome
got two b*tches off twitter, tweedle*dee and tweedle*dum
single ladies, double cups, i’m tighter than a cummerbund
smokin’ on that strong, my blunt a f*cking muscle punk
tunechi

[outro: lil wayne]
and i’m gone
hahaha, yeah, dedication 4 ho
future f*ck with me!

- gucci mane future lyrics

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