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letra de we not the same - traprixhlooney

no n-gga, we not the same
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane

[chorus]
no n-gga, we not the same (no)
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane (b-tch)
just might go f-ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (bang)
f-ck n-gga we ain’t the same (no)
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t (no)
no n-gga, we ain’t the same (purchase your tracks today)
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane (your lane)
i just might go f-ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (bang)
f-ck n-gga we ain’t the same (no)
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t (no)

[verse 1: traprixhlooney]
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t (you ain’t)
b-tch i do what you can’t, i’m smoking on dank
i’m a walking bank (i am)
yeah n-gga i just might go f-ck on your main (your b-tch)
everyday i be hustlin (i’m hustlin)
that bankroll, lil n-gga, is nothing (what)
lil duwop yeah he turned nothing to something
p-ssy n-gga, yeah all my n-ggas clutchin (grah)
call up the plug yeah i need the bag
send me a brick, and i do the dash (i da-)
i’m splitting them prices in half (in half)
now my money tall just like giraffe
i put a ten in my safe (ten)
in a jacuzzi with your big baby (b-tch)
i really don’t go no patience (no)
young n-gga yeah i serve the patients (what)
check out my kicks (my kicks) my b-tch (my b-tch) i’m rich
you broke and it don’t make no sense (it don’t)
i just might pay a b-tch rent
trapping in present tense (what)
riding round and i’m spinning the fan (what)
young n-gga hop in the benz (the benz)
it ain’t money it don’t make sense (no)
[chorus]
no n-gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane (b-tch)
just might go f-ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the what)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f-ck n-gga we ain’t the same (no)
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t (b-tch)
no n-gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane (b-tch)
i just might go f-ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the what)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f-ck n-gga we ain’t the same (no)
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t

[verse 2: rex santiago]
say ain’t no way you true, ain’t no way i’m lying
we can’t be the same, relate to no d-mn lame
push start and switch the lane
n-gga that game made me insane
started off from moving jane
like the name that sh-t was plain
moving on to better things
but these n-ggas steady hating
i pull up in that gaultier
windows tinted made em vanquish
imma boss bruh not a trainer
rolex slaughter you like jason
cause the diamonds keep em singing
i finesse you straight i thank you
we run them bags up, on my ex b-tch
member i ain’t even have enough, yeah stupid b-tch
yeah i flex it up, you mad lil bruh
you can’t keep it in, we can’t be no kin
know you hating, peep it man
don’t give f-ck about you man
[chorus]
no n-gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane (b-tch)
just might go f-ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the what)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f-ck n-gga we ain’t the same (no)
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t (b-tch)
no n-gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f-ck n-gga stay in your lane (b-tch)
i just might go f-ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the what)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f-ck n-gga we ain’t the same (no)
b-tch i’m that n-gga you ain’t

[verse 3: polo]
we ain’t the same, these other n-ggas gon fold
swear i never changed, i never did, never told
tryna maintain had to serve the jeans out the oh
pops had that caine he had the fiends out the door
i was only nine, watched unc cook that rock over the stove
so before i die, gotta get rich ‘fore i go
got that sh-t for the low
we got that sh-t for your nose
i know if you n-ggas snort coke
don’t make me send to your door
tryna turn a half to a whole
i need them racks for a show
i gotta stay with my pole
you run up on, take your soul
no i can’t go back to broke
i got that sh-t on my own
i gotta get mom a new home
and i gotta put bro ‘nem on, yeah

- traprixhlooney

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