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yung mal – same nigga كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
june, you’re a g*nius
huh

[chorus]
i’m the same lil’ dusty lil’ feet n-gg- came from that candler, they can’t even believe it (on god)
gucci had dropped off them racks, and i got off my back and this sh-t ain’t no secret, n-gg-
uh, came from them regals
now i ride rolls royce and lamborghinis
huh, f-ck the subpoena
f-ck to your honor, i got my lawyer speakin’
up all night, don’t get no sleep, i be geekin’
she said, “record this sh-t,” she freakin’ (nasty)
pockets filled with them franklins, aretha
yeah, iceburg colder than freezer, huh
racks on me and i got visa, yeah
i whip it out, she gon’ eat up
car too fast, keep up
these n-gg-s, they broke and they mad we up

[verse 1]
break it down, speed it up, hold up, woah
ride in the back, got my feet up
hold up, heard these n-gg-s mad that we up
n-gg- drop a dot, we can meet up (what?)
i’m that same young n-gg- from candler
i come from that mantel, don’t get it confused (on god)
come to east, we get shot out your shoes (fire)
we the new death row, b-tch, i’m snoop (hah)
we spinnin’ your block like a hula hoop (hmm)
we turn your sh-t to ragu (ooh)
b-tch, i got money like jew (cash)
get the backend, on the money, go ‘choo (racks)
i made that chopper go hoo
two bands spent on my shoe
can’t f-ck one, i got two
bankroll big, all blue (yeah, all blue)
go to the mall and get blew
b-tch, i’m ballin’, ooh

[chorus]
i’m the same lil’ dusty lil’ feet n-gg- came from that candler, they can’t even believe it (on god)
gucci had dropped off them racks, and i got off my back and this sh-t ain’t no secret, n-gg-
uh, came from them regals
now i ride rolls royce and lamborghinis
huh, f-ck the subpoena
f-ck to your honor, i got my lawyer speakin’
up all night, don’t get no sleep, i be geekin’
she said, “record this sh-t,” she freakin’ (nasty)
pockets filled with them franklins, aretha
yeah, iceburg colder than freezer, huh
racks on me and i got visa, yeah
i whip it out, she gon’ eat up
car too fast, keep up
these n-gg-s, they broke and they mad we up

[verse 2]
these n-gg-s broke and they mad (they mad)
get off your -ss, sh-t sad (sh-t sad)
i gotta get me a bag (a bag)
i gotta keep me a bag
good on my face, they put sh-t on my tab
young n-gg- slept in the trash
now i got bags to fill up a trashcan (on god)
hood left me scarred, i got scabs
when the sh-t gettin’ hard, i just stack that sh-t tall like giraffe
wrist water, that sh-t took a bath
no, i didn’t follow, i made my own path
add this sh-t up like a math
same lil’ n-gg- put the hood on the map
sold out show but we still gotta trap
we gettin’ all of the money, this sh-t not fair
think we goin’ broke, n-gg- must be on meth
b-tch, we goin’ up in the air

[chorus]
i’m the same lil’ dusty lil’ feet n-gg- came from that candler, they can’t even believe it (on god)
gucci had dropped off them racks, and i got off my back and this sh-t ain’t no secret, n-gg-
uh, came from them regals
now i ride rolls royce and lamborghinis
huh, f-ck the subpoena
f-ck to your honor, i got my lawyer speakin’
up all night, don’t get no sleep, i be geekin’
she said, “record this sh-t,” she freakin’ (nasty)
pockets filled with them franklins, aretha
yeah, iceburg colder than freezer, huh
racks on me and i got visa, yeah
i whip it out, she gon’ eat up
car too fast, keep up
these n-gg-s, they broke and they mad we up

- yung mal

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