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Correct U The Same Lyrics
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Correct U The Same
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Paranoia 2 on the way That's what I'ma say Uh You the same You the same You the same Project bitches tell me you the same Brand new wrist with a newer chain Running through Atlanta like I'm Gucci Mane Red beam really helped the Ruger aim Fuck the neighbors I don't care who complain Double G to the socks, real Gucci Gang Faded, hard to understand me like I'm Pootie Tang Let a shot go while the bass bump Getting head pulling on her lace front I was in a cell almost 8 months (facts) You ain't jack boy, you ain't take nothing Moncler on me when it's cold out If me and Just out, then the hoes out Diamonds in the crib brought the gold out They ain't got a strip, brought the pole out Paranoia 2 on the way though I remember we ain't had no cable I was in the trap, me and Drayno Headshot, your dad had a halo Me and Fab freshest in New York I ain't really gotta talk, nigga move when I say so (move) Woke up and left with my .40 I know they gonna be on me if I try to hide this Draco I heard the book was good but the movie ain't We rollin' on the side, don't care who you bang You the same You the same You the same The homies on the block tell me you the same Me homie he a opp, he don't do the gangs My other homie squad, all he do is bang Wifey get a spot but a groupie can't Got the key to streets they think they hearing Lucie saying Taliban Taliban Taliban Your main bitch told me she ain't have a man I'll rob you in the trap, I ain't have a gram Wasn't thinkin' 'bout no rap, I ain't have a plan They wonderin' what bitch I'ma get next Hardest in my town since Dipset Jumpin' in the crowd get your bitch wet I ain't fuckin' with the fam that's incest Plug send the weight, I'ma bench press Patek like I cleaned it in Windex Already fucked you, hit your friend next 10k to walk through I probably spend that, yeah I just wanna know where the Benz at I just know where my Crips at You would never find out where the kid at Gelato got me stuck, where my spliff at? You would never find out where the strap at My bitch got pills in the backpack In Butch crib where we trapped at Pieces on me in the booth that's crack-rap We was in the building with the new heat New plug, old plug took two weeks Nowadays I rap like Kool G Walked in the club with a MAC in my Gucci Yeah, the cops follow us like terrorists I ain't had shit it was embarrassing Gucci drop new shoes, need a pair of 'em Put 'em on one time never wear again Beat it up twice then I fall back Eat it all night and don't call back Smack 'em with the gun he won't talk back Smack 'em with the gun he won't talk back Beat it up twice then I fall back Eat it all night and don't call back Smack 'em with the gun he won't talk back Smack 'em with the gun he won't talk back You the same You the same You the same Project bitches tell me you the same All my real niggas tell me you the same Project bitches tell me you the same All my real niggas tell me you the same All my real shootas tell me you the same All my real hittas tell me you the same Yeah I got money but you the same Yeah you got money but you the same Yeah I got money but you the same
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