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Same whip, same clique, new sound, hot shit Still lit, still keep a bitch poppin' on the dick Never miss, damn right still crankin' out the hits Niggas hate, niggas fake, we still waitin' on the diss What you think? Fuck 'bout what you think! I got moves to make Boy you late, all that shit you poppin' so 2008 Niggas got dropped, couldn't keep up in my lane They say that I changed, I think I'm the same We ain't on the same shit, y'all been on that lame shit We ain't on the same shit, y'all been on that lame shit We ain't on the same shit, y'all been on that lame shit I could pen a verse in my sleep, I'm Doctor Strange sick You shouldn't fuck with me Yeah, ho I've been the same rat from the junk, give me some room I'm done tryna' knock on doors like John Jones' kid You niggas too high to compete, I'm where the throne sit I could pen a verse in my sleep, I'm Doctor Strange sick Go 'head run that shit Clothes, jewelry, all that shit Sirens blaring in the distance Swerve, skrt, swerve, skrt, dip Oh, they thought that we was just playin' Let 'em know we not with the games His niggas came 'round lookin' for me by name I'll be in the same We ain't on the same shit, y'all been on that lame shit We ain't on the same shit, y'all been on that lame shit We ain't on the same shit, y'all been on that lame shit You can never change shit, only thing change quick is- I'ma run the game, you gon' see me in the same
Writer(s): Troy Beetles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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