Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Yung Nigga , by - Gunna. Release date: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Same Yung Nigga |
| Stack them hunnids up like Lego |
| Remember I had to charge my bros for petrol |
| I came a long way, trappin' off of metro |
| Ain’t that same young nigga from the ghetto |
| Still got rounds, I can let go |
| Meet me anytime, I smoke the best dope |
| I pop off a tag when I change clothes |
| Ain’t that same young nigga from the ghetto |
| I done made that drip a series |
| I can see these diamonds clear like HD |
| Carats in my ear, why can’t you hear me? |
| Rock Balmain boots under my jeans Amiri |
| Won’t touch you once but still can make feel me |
| Get bail, hop out and walk right into D&G |
| Got three condos, I still won’t give my bitch a key |
| Tell all promoters, «Get that Presidential suite» |
| Sold-out shows, this shit litty |
| These bitches love it when I’m in they city |
| I’ma buy a Rolls and a Bentley |
| Told doctor get the syrup out my kidney |
| Stack them hunnids up like Lego |
| Remember I had to charge my bros for petrol |
| I came a long way, trappin' off of metro |
| Ain’t that same young nigga from the ghetto |
| Still got rounds, I can let go |
| Meet me anytime, I smoke the best dope |
| I pop off a tag when I change clothes |
| Ain’t that same young nigga from the ghetto |
| Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes |
| Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes |
| Fendi on my body, I don’t own plain clothes |
| East Atlanta, kickin', smokin' big dope |
| I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover |
| That bitch got her boy so she gon' lay low |
| That boy just hit a lick, we serve him payroll |
| Cut that bitch right off, I feel like Rambo |
| Diamonds on me dancin', where’s the dancehall? |
| Wild out on the opp and let that thing go |
| 50k on my backend, I did a late show |
| Stack them hunnids up like Lego |
| Remember I had to charge my bros for petrol |
| I came a long way, trappin' off of metro |
| Ain’t that same young nigga from the ghetto |
| Still got rounds, I can let go |
| Meet me anytime, I smoke the best dope |
| I pop off a tag when I change clothes |
| Ain’t that same young nigga from the ghetto |