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Not the Same
101
Hip-Hop/Rap
Not the Same was released on October 15, 2019 by Slightbeats as a part of the album Not the Same - Single
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Release DateOctober 15, 2019
LabelSlightbeats
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SLIGHT
SLIGHT
Performer
Yeat
Yeat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SLIGHT
SLIGHT
Songwriter
Yeat
Yeat
Songwriter
Mark Anderson
Mark Anderson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SLIGHT
SLIGHT
Producer

Lyrics

Diamonds on my neck and wrist, I think it's Johnny Dang
I told my bitch I need my dick so far, I go insane
I'm smokin' these out in Trilo but we are not the same
We are not the same (no)
We are not the same
She's suckin' my dick for a perc in the bank
I hop in the coupe and skirt up real fast
Lil' dick beat this bitch so bad
I might buy her a Birkin, baby
Money countin' on me, yeah (countin' on me, yeah)
I don't even count this money (I don't even count this money)
I can't lie, I'm goin' outside (I'm goin' outside)
I can't lie, I'm goin' outside (I'm goin' outside)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, I think it's Johnny Dang (johnny Dang)
I told my bitch I need my dick so far, I go insane
I'm smokin' these out in Trilo but we are not the same
We are not the same
We are not the same
Money countin' on me, yeah
I don't even count this money
I can't lie, I ain't gon' out say it
I can't lie, I ain't gon' out say it
Yeah, before I met myself, I didn't know if I loved it
Before I poured some tec, I didn't know if I loved it
Before I smoked this pink run static, I didn't know if I loved it
I don't do no back and forth, no ping pong
I said, fuck it
We smoke up like Cheech and Chong
They said, hold up, get your ball
My back was against the wall
I had go defeat the odds, yeah, pause
No, I can't take a loss, it's awesome
Mm, ride 'round, 'round with the two-go
Look at my G-State fall like Medusa
Gotta speed up, gotta take shit faster
You can listen to me like a preacher, I'm pastor
Don't trust me on my game, we bastard
Yeah, I apply the pressure
And I'm smokin' on this weed, so my lungs is feelin' better, yeah
Let me help you see you
Ridin' around in the back of the Benz
I look back at my chain like an igloo
She wanna eat on the dip and some dinner
Fajitas with Miley or seafood
I'm ridin' around in the city with my gang of bros and I really don't need you
Scrappin' the whip
I say a piece, ooh
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, I think it's Johnny Dang (johnny Dang)
I told my bitch I need my dick so far, I go insane
I'm smokin' these out in Trilo but we are not the same
We are not the same
We are not the same
Money countin' on me, yeah
I don't even count this money
I can't lie, I ain't gon' out say it
I can't lie, I ain't gon' out say it
I ain't gon' out say it, yeah
Written by: Mark Anderson, SLIGHT, Yeat
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