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279tyler – nothing like the rest lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
2sided goin’ crazy

[chorus]
talkin’ bout money i’m on board
tweakin’ with the gang, yeah, what the f+ck you on, boy?
new glock in the mail, yeah, that’s a new toy
f+ckin’ with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed
yeah, yeah, on the xan so i’m not paranoid
so many b+tches, too many choices
in my head, i hear the voices
grab the b+tch p+ssy and i feel the moistness
yeah she love me yeah, i know she obsessed
aiming for the head don’t need that vest
you a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest
i’m not johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?
yeah i told that b+tch, i’m nothing like the rest

[verse]
i was in that b+tch mouth like some crest
opps saying they got bread on my head
all my opps, yeah they with that cap sh+t
all my homies, yeah they stay with them sticks
talkin’ that sh+t, yeah, you can get lit
kickin’ sh+t, um, yeah, call me jet li
smokin’ that dope, smokin’ dope in a telly
i already know, you ain’t even gotta tell me
ask your b+tch, yeah, i know that she feel me
pop me a perc, yeah, now it’s the real me
wait, what the f+ck, what happened to my ceiling?
opps want me dead, i said come k!ll me
all of your shooters they rookies
yeah i’m smoking this cookie
need some money just to book me
i don’t do sh+t for free
i don’t do sh+t for free
bad b+tch she a fan of me
and her man is an enemy
hit it a few times, then i gotta leave
um, yeah, repeat
then i go do it again
then i go f+ck on her friends
ridin’ round dirty in a benz
i can’t see the haters, through these cartier lens
i don’t even write, i don’t even need no pen
yeah, i don’t even need no pen
yeah, i don’t even need no friends
[chorus]
talkin’ bout money i’m on board
tweakin’ with the gang, yeah, what the f+ck you on, boy?
new glock in the mail, yeah, that’s a new toy
f+ckin’ with the gang, yeah my troops get deployed
yeah, yeah, on the xan so i’m not paranoid
so many b+tches, too many choices
in my head, i hear the voices
grab the b+tch p+ssy and i feel the moistness
yeah she love me yeah, i know she obsessed
aiming for the head don’t need that vest
you a lil rat, yeah you a lil pest
i’m not johnny, yeah, who you tryna test?
yeah i told that b+tch, i’m nothing like the rest