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same old story - dimzy, doroad & monkey كلمات أغنية

[intro: rimz & mktheplug]
d_mn it
rimz did it again
mk the plug

[hook: dimzy]
ay
someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (chattings)
really pull on ______ with the 40 crashed at bait same old story (baow!)
all my hunters are thirsty for blood you can left in the mud for talking sh_t on your story (stretched)
you think your real but i think your corny
all of my shooters got guns like cory
someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (chattings)
really pull on ______ with the 40 crashеd at bait same old story (baow!)
all my hunters are thirsty for blood you can lеft in the mud for talking sh_t on your story (stretched)
you think your real but i think your corny
all of my shooters got guns like cory

[verse 1: dimzy]
you might hear bang you might hear grrr!
when the sixties pull up (skrrt)
we had the mac fries full up thirty_two shots in the sten full up
barbecue settings bring out the grr!
you know the sixties ready for the cook up (baow!)
osg days outside with the jooker twenty plus wounds he got jook up
now how they rap so calm on the beat that make it sound so dangerous ( i dunno!)
before cali broski turn that man into flavours (it’s dark!)
mac and the three_two dotties and rambos push bike days we were outside shaving (shh, shh)
sometimes i forget that i’m famous sometimes i forget that i’m famous cos i got pounds and zips rotating, waps, data, any location, pull up, tape up, any location (grah!)
every time i step out in public the women adore my fragrance (ay!)
if you ever see me in the party just know that i’m there with machines and shavers
[hook: dimzy]
ay
someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (chattings)
really pull on ______ with the 40 crashed at bait same old story (baow!)
all my hunters are thirsty for blood you can left in the mud for talking sh_t on your story (stretched)
you think your real but i think your corny
all of my shooters got guns like cory
someone got shot up over there now everyone there making different stories (chattings)
really pull on ______ with the 40 crashed at bait same old story (baow!)
all my hunters are thirsty for blood you can left in the mud for talking sh_t on your story (stretched)
you think your real but i think your corny
all of my shooters got guns like cory

[verse 2: doroad]
i took that rotti to ____ (baow, baow!)
i_i left it gory another one shot on the block like d_mn man with ____ it’s the same old story things in the_ tryna leave man poorly even though bro felt poorly yeah my youngers on go i’ll send them over there when they coming through the door and they don’t need dorkies no they don’t talking smart n_gga h_ll n_gga h_ll you won’t (why you talking smoke?!)
i_i shot him with the dots and the flow
i_i shot him through his favourite coat (baow_baow!)
i’m on the phone like homer talking dough i struggle the arm like bart for a n_gga that’s acting drunk like he come out like moe (are you drunk?!)
he was talking on bro gang turn him into— (shhh) course i took me a coke
sip my head tryna load a machine think this sh_t is a joke that’s part of the reason why i’m not here anymore (real talk!)
how you talk all that wass on a drill beats you ain’t ever shot a man, wet boy (not even tried, bare of your guys got season fried, ha_ha)

[verse 3: doroad]
bro_broski got aired out his ting then he ran out when he got a next gun
gang done my man in the backroad i heard of him since ever since we think about redrum (redrum)
i done up my man bad with the wetter
he would have thought his baby mum wouldn’t wanna take none
rolled up with the sgs, xds double bs, selection when we qweff dons
[verse 4: monkey]
selection of fries (selection of waps)
my n_gga mashed up like michael myers
itching to bop like bruck down tyre (you know when your ready to stretch suttin though!) (trust me!)
the streets be more than cold, you better get a wap before you get a moncler maya (you better get a wap!)
beef ain’t a broke man sport (no!)
luger nines tryna f_ck (f_ck, f_ck, f_ck!)
we turn your man to corpse (corpse)
shh_ got lucky you made it home cos you would have got slapped on live support
you ain’t ever stepped out twinning, two 44s one long, one short (one long, one short, one long, one short)
i need bands right now cash in hand construction (ready!)
really took the mop and the three_two long over there tryna lock that function
really had the mac at the back of the ped, we was tryna cause destruction
media said we’re notorious but the feds just want us back in induction (f_ck the feds!)

[outro: dimzy]
someone got shot over there now everyone there tryna make different stories
really pull on_, with the 40 crash at bait same old story

- same old story

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