Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Same Shit, artist - JayDaYoungan. Album song 23, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruffwayy
Song language: English
Same Shit |
| I’m still on that same shit, they know just how I’m comin' |
| Pull up and we on that bang shit, no talkin', we just dumpin' |
| Hope you don’t step in my lane nigga, we gon' put you under |
| Shooter still clutch on that same pistol, he’ll stone your brother |
| And I’m still ridin' with the same niggas, we can’t run from nothin' |
| Told 'em I won’t ever change nigga, forever I love you |
| Me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle |
| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch I made it out the gutter |
| I die 'bout none your shit but all my niggas with that gunplay |
| Ain’t have to ask for shit, make sure I get that money some way |
| Me tryna trust again like tryna keep straight on a one way |
| We thuggin' all day Saturday, ain’t go to church on Sunday |
| Was clutchin' tools, said fuck the rules, didn’t go to school on Monday |
| I hit the alley on yeah to fuck with Donjay |
| These pussy niggas want be like me but it’s only one Jay |
| And since you on that stupid shit, bitch you gon' die the dumb way |
| I’m still on that same shit, they know just how I’m comin' |
| Pull up and we on that band shit, no talkin', we just dumpin' |
| Hope you don’t step in my lane nigga, we gon' put you under |
| Shooter still clutch on that same pistol, he’ll stone your brother |
| And I’m still ridin' with the same niggas, we can’t run from nothin' |
| Told 'em I won’t ever change nigga, forever I love you |
| Me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle |
| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch I made it out the gutter |
| They gon' try to play you close just 'cause they knowin' that you love them |
| If they cross you once before, what makes you figure you can trust them? |
| Certain shit they’ll never know, they ask me, I’m like fuck 'em |
| You want cancer, we on go, pull out with sticks and touch 'em |
| Shooter walkin' down your road, all black and bitch he clutchin' |
| He politely up the pole, no hesitation, bust it |
| Next time we gon' take his soul, that dumb shit, we like fuck it |
| All you niggas really hoes, gon' snap you and your brother |
| All my youngins in the cut, don’t give a fuck, yeah they be thuggin' |
| We pull up and fuck shit up, be out my top when I’m in public |
| With the shits you say you with, I send a blitz, it’s on the muscle |
| You a bitch, I grab a stick, here go the barrel, you can suck it |
| I’m still on that same shit, they know just how I’m comin' |
| Pull up and we on that fame shit, no talkin', we just dumpin' |
| Hope you don’t step in my lane nigga, we gon' put you under |
| Shooter still clutch on that same pistol, he’ll stone your brother |
| And I’m still ridin' with the same niggas, we can’t run from nothin' |
| Told 'em I won’t ever change nigga, forever I love you |
| Me and you was in the rain but we made it out the puddle |
| Fuck the money and the fame, bitch I made it out the gutter |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Made it out the gutter, out the gutter |
| Made it from the gutter, from the gutter |
| Nigga play and I’ma touch him, I’ma touch him |
| Nigga play and we gon' bust 'em, graow, baow |
| Nigga want for nothin', 23 shit |