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same shit - jaydayoungan lyrics

[chorus]
i’m still on that same sh-t, they know just how i’m comin’
pull up and we on that bang sh-t, no talkin’, we just dumpin’
hope you don’t step in my lane n-gga, we gon’ put you under
shooter still clutch on that same pistol he used on your brother
and i’m still ridin’ with the same n-ggas, we can’t run from nothin’
told ’em i won’t ever change n-gga, forever i love you
me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle
f-ck the money and the fame, b-tch i made it out the gutter

[verse 1]
i die ’bout none your sh-t but all my n-ggas with that gunplay
ain’t have to ask for sh-t, make sure i get that money some way
me tryna trust again like tryna keep straight on a one way
we thuggin’ all day sat-rday, ain’t go to church on sunday
was clutchin’ tools, said f-ck the rules, didn’t go to school on monday
i hit the alley on seferia to f-ck with donjay
these p-ssy n-ggas want be like me but it’s only one jay
and since you on that stupid sh-t, b-tch you gon’ die the dumb way

[chorus]
i’m still on that same sh-t, they know just how i’m comin’
pull up and we on that band sh-t, no talkin’, we just dumpin’
hope you don’t step in my lane n-gga, we gon’ put you under
shooter still clutch on that same pistol he used on your brother
and i’m still ridin’ with the same n-ggas, we can’t run from nothin’
told ’em i won’t ever change n-gga, forever i love you
me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle
f-ck the money and the fame, b-tch i made it out the gutter

[verse 2]
they gon’ try to play you close just ’cause they knowin’ that you love them
if they cross you once before, what makes you figure you can trust them?
certain sh-t they’ll never know, they ask me, i’m like f-ck ’em
you want cancer, we on go, pull out with sticks and touch ’em
shooter walkin’ down your road, all black and b-tch he clutchin’
he politely up the pole, no hesitation, bust it
next time we gon’ take his soul, that dumb sh-t, we like f-ck it
all you n-ggas really hoes, gon’ snap you and your brother
all my youngins in the cut, don’t give a f-ck, yeah they be thuggin’
we pull up and f-ck sh-t up, be out my top when i’m in public
with the sh-ts you say you with, i send a blitz, it’s on the muscle
you a b-tch, i grab a stick, here go the barrel, you can suck it

[chorus]
i’m still on that same sh-t, they know just how i’m comin’
pull up and we on that fame sh-t, no talkin’, we just dumpin’
hope you don’t step in my lane n-gga, we gon’ put you under
shooter still clutch on that same pistol he used on your brother
and i’m still ridin’ with the same n-ggas, we can’t run from nothin’
told ’em i won’t ever change n-gga, forever i love you
me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle
f-ck the money and the fame, b-tch i made it out the gutter

[outro]
yeah, yeah
made it out the gutter, out the gutter
made it from the gutter, from the gutter
n-gga play and i’ma touch him, i’ma touch him
n-gga play and we gon’ bust ’em, graow, baow
n-gga want for nothin’, 23 sh-t

- jaydayoungan lyrics

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