Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not the Same, artist - Quentin Miller.
Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not the Same |
Crib look like the movies, I can’t even lie |
Closet full of Gucci shit, the judges gave my niggas 5 |
He ain’t even do it |
Gave my mom’s a 745, should’a bought her 2 |
So many cars up in my parkin' lot, I can’t even choose |
Bitch, the Rollie face blue, everything new |
Me and Shawn, we really like a super group |
'Cause all we do is platinum back-to-back |
My whole office filled with plaques |
Put my family on my back |
All my life I wanted that |
All my hoes is runnin'-back's |
'Cause I keep 'em runnin' back |
Got fired from the carwash |
Then I made a bunch of racks, blood smoke |
Talkin' shit, we bring it to your front door like FedEx |
(*skrrt*) |
Finni whippin' down the highway, Tom Petty |
Skate up on these hoes, now he on that Wayne Gretzky |
Can’t make up my mind if I respond when she text me |
A nigga got options |
Used to bake them pies for that measly 9 dollars |
Now I’m poppin' champagne like I’m Ron Braz, damn |
I had to keep that daycare pay for my child, damn |
And when I pick her up she better have a smile one her |
Hit the track violent, I can’t keep a wave these days |
They tryna take my style from me |
Nike on me still though |
Hit up KeY Wayne, he got the keys to the Billboard |
Young Quentin Miller, Harry Potter of the rap game, still, boy |
Rabbit out the hat when he rap, woah |
Straight up out Atlanta, not the trap though |
We not the same, yeah |
Quentin Miller, KeY Wayne |