| Told my nigga fuck feds
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| They left my nigga in a way
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| We gotta get away, jump on a plane
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| (Fly away, fly away)
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| Bad b’s wanna get paid but real niggas don’t play games
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| (No games, no games)
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| Nah, me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| (Yeah we really ain’t the same)
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| Me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| Yeah money haffi stack
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| Get money from shows and trap
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| Still lick down man for my akh
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| Life turned mad, overseas booking with my lads
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| Champagne, sun and sand
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| Tracksuit gang, lighty with a caramel tan
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| Rum punch got a nigga feeling like the man
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| Late night strip club is really where I am
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| Not no more on the block where I hang
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| Rather take a trip with my fam
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| PRS money in the bank
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| Money haffi stack
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| Sickmade, Smokey, Karla’s Back
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| Yeah it’s got a nigga flyin' round the map
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| Complete the task
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| Last month I was moving on the graft
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| Now I’m in the lab, billing up my stacks
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| Don’t watch mixtape soon land
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| Told my nigga fuck feds
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| They left my nigga in a way
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| We gotta get away, jump on a plane
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| (Fly away, fly away)
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| Bad b’s wanna get paid but real niggas don’t play games
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| (No games, no games)
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| Nah, me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| (Yeah we really ain’t the same)
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| Me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| Fuck feds, buss gun
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| Out here trappin' in the slum but you still get spun
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| Made 5 figures on the pub, I got, gyal movin' Snickers
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| Hashtag nuts
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| Am pack vacuum, packed yeah it’s Dutch
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| Late night graft burn, rubber and clutch
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| Sevaqk and Banglez on the riddim yeah it’s fucked
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| Hash with the lemon got me slumped
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| Raami Karla sick made I’m getting funds
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| Smoke a dhana in one night, fuck my lungs
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| Yeah I’m piffin' out
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| Smoke a dhana in one night, fuck my lungs
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| Yeah I’m piffin' out
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| See blue lights and I’m dipping out
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| Big .45 might whip it out
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| When it comes to the beef, never chicken out
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| I’ll slide on a nigga, never slippin' now
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| Fuck feds
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| They left my nigga in a way
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| We gotta get away, jump on a plane
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| (Fly away, fly away)
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| Bad b’s wanna get paid but real niggas don’t play games
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| (No games, no games)
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| Nah, me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| (Yeah we really ain’t the same)
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| Me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| Nigga, fuck feds
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| They left my nigga in a way
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| We gotta get away, jump on a plane
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| (Fly away, fly away)
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| Bad b’s wanna get paid but real niggas don’t play games
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| (No games, no games)
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| Nah, me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| (Yeah we really ain’t the same)
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| Me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| Woke up, no rest, no sleep
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| Mad ting last night, nice show it went neat
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| Hash running low had to holla Young T
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| Gettin' top off a badders while I’m puffing on my weed
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| I’ll squeeze till' it’s fucking empty
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| It’s lab time, holla Shadow On The Beat
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| Workrate’s low still fucking up the scene
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| I’m fresh home, chest wham from green
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| Magic with my fingers, flick her bean
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| Four tunes strung, touch shows, made G’s
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| Last year I couldn’t imagine getting money that was clean
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| For the pagan, try fucking with my team
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| Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
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| Henny and the Goose and the lean
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| Apnars and Karlas is back how you mean
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| Yeah I’m screaming bloodclart but my manners dem are clean
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| Fuck feds
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| They left my nigga in a way
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| We gotta get away, jump on a plane
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| (Fly away, fly away)
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| Bad b’s wanna get paid but real niggas don’t play games
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| (No games, no games)
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| Nah, me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| (Yeah we really ain’t the same)
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| Me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| I said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t, we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t, we really ain’t the same
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| Sickmade
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t, we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t the same
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| Yeah we really ain’t, we really ain’t the same
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| M-I-S to the fucking T
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| Hold tight all my Apnars, Karlas, Goras all of that
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| Me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| Said me and these niggas ain’t the same
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| (Really ain’t the same) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aint The Same , by - MIST. Song from the album M I S To The T EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп