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letra de ssdd - scotty atl

five points music

[hook]
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day

[verse 1]
cool club wit it, get cash city
boy i love a chick wit her mind on her bread that can handle that dough for a n-gga
been thuggin’ them folks who slipped somehow get jammed
burn one wit it, five point wit it
let a n-gga know, we the new cool sound, nine times out of ten
gettin’ them ends, know this rap, she gettin’ that money
so now you all in my face, ain’t show no love from the jump
you see i’m makin’ a movie, you tryna be in the club
some of you n-ggas is groupies i told ’em no lames allowed
i told ’em more work, less talk, roll up that loud
i’m on my business hoe, i’m busy hoe
woodgrain and that digital
kiss and ride by south dekalb, swag hat in my leisure hoe
ride good i can’t feed ya though, break bread wit my peeps
same sh-t just a different day, gettin’ money in these streets

[hook]
i got em screamin’ my lyrics, front row at my show
red eye in the morning, i don’t know where i’ma go
i might be in yo city, i might come to ya town
soon as burn drop the beat, they gon ride to the sound like
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day

[verse 2]
beanz wit it cornbread wit it
n-ggas gettin’ hurt, in my city for the dollar
tommy tucked, n-ggas ain’t eat
he’ll get hit that really wasn’t the problem though
boys in the trap, gettin’ that check
n-gga countin’ money every muf-ckin’ minute
i ain’t in the trap no more but i lived that sh-t
i can tell you some stories being in it
dj seen cash that believe, we do this cool sh-t forreal
ayo quit hittin’ my twitter, bout work for free where your bill
i be all late in the yo, i put some swag on that flow
we need a runner or somethin’, go get some blunt from the store
put my time in my hobby, well i mean my job
right door lear be cool for a living, pushin’ back the ceiling, still gettin’ dough
tell them play that rap tunes sh-t i’ma k!ll it
marbut road wit it, atl wit it, n-gga my fool still flippin’ that pack
still get caught n-gga join the pen
let a n-gga out, sh-t he go right back

[hook]
i got ’em screamin’ my lyrics, front row at my show
red eye in the morning i don’t know where i’ma go
i might be in yo city, i might come to ya town
soon as burn drop the beat, they gon rock to the sound like
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day

[outro]
that sh-t be on my mind, every morning i’m wake
i’m strategizin’ this million, i’m tryna whip up the cake
i don’t be stressed as much, i got a lil’ to blow
i mean my pockets ain’t stuffed, but i’m expectin’ it though
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day
same sh-t different day

- scotty atl

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