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we ain't the same - omelly lyrics

[intro: takbar]
aye o?
what the f-ck wrong with these n-ggas?
every time i turn around n-ggas got something to say about my motherf-cking n-gga omelly
like he ain’t been in these f-cking streets
like he ain’t been running around with that f-cking heat
ya’ll see my n-gga everyday n-gga tooled up and jeweled up
lit up like a f-cking christmas tree
i don’t know what’s up with these n-ggas
n-ggas ain’t never been sweet
street suckas for life n-gga we do what we want

[verse 1: omelly]
catch me in that blue six
speedin like sonic n-gga
my little n-ggas catch a rack
don’t say sh-t about it n-gga
co-sign a n-gga
homie you a rat you ain’t ridin’ n-gga
and i’m only stating facts
so keep runnin’ your face and i’m sliding n-gga
every n-gga with me and they poppin’ off toasters
catch us everywhere, hoppin’ out of them ghosts
keep it cool homie better watch how you approach us
bars so fire n-gga think meek wrote this
that hatin’ sh-t i ain’t got time for
i don’t pop molly, i pop dime wh0r-s
got a bad model you would die for
lookin’ through my cazals and my tom fords
this ap dancin’ on my wrist
n-ggas mad, they ain’t doin’ it like this
straight profit made a hundred off them scripts
i hear you talkin’ p-ssy, you ain’t gon’ do sh-t

[chorus: louie v gutta]
my n-ggas be talking like they about that sh-t
i got on all my jewels all my designer sh-t
boy this sh-t what i do, don’t get beside yourself
and you know i got my two don’t get beside yourself
my n-gga, my n-gga we ain’t the same
my n-gga, my n-gga we ain’t the same at all
my n-gga, my n-gga we ain’t the same
my n-gga, my n-gga we ain’t the same at all
at all, at all, at all, at

[verse 2: louie v gutta]
said i do sh-t different, said my new sh-t different
said my new whip different, different watch different b-tches
say the way i’m livin’, i do it a little different
and my money just different, everything different
said i don’t trust hoes i don’t love hoes
i just f-ck the hoes that y’all l-st
y’all n-ggas talking like ya’ll about that sh-t
but y’all know y’all don’t do it like us
brand new foreign with the cranberry guts
i slide through there like yuck
cause the money ain’t a thing my n-gga
sh-t we blow it like dust
these hoes ain’t f-cking with you
you on instagram, you like a million pictures
then she shot you down, you still trying to get her
but i f-cked her once, and done forgot it n-gga, d-mn
these balenciaga, not prada, n-gga
and it’s bel-air on my bottom, n-gga
all my n-ggas get a dollar

- omelly lyrics

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