jay critch - same nigga lyrics
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[hook]
i got me some change
and i stayed the same n-gg-
i hop in the foreign
i’m switching lanes quicker
no
i hop in the foreign
she say, “i’m her favorite n-gg-”
you n-gg-s just want the fame
but my n-gg-s aiming bigger
swish
balling like james on n-gg-s
you a b-tch
that’s why i can’t hang with n-gg-s
no piff
cookie my fragrance n-gg-
my wrist?
cold like a glacier n-gg-
your b-tch?
tryna run games on n-gg-s
she sucking d-ck
she ain’t getting paid though n-gg-
i gave her a tip
cut off that lame -ss n-gg-
hop out the whip
been put that flame on n-gg-s
[verse 1]
my 30s on go for the payments
say you in your glow well it’s fading
in the wraith
color caucasian
get the cake
don’t do no waiting
you got a hand out
but i had to take it
i know i stand out
diamonds amazing
man down
fell asleep off the fanta
i’m the man now
buy my momma a mansion
[hook]
i got me some change
and i stayed the same n-gg-
i hop in the foreign
i’m switching lanes quicker
no
i hop in the foreign
she say, “i’m her favorite n-gg-”
you n-gg-s just want the fame
but my n-gg-s aiming bigger
swish
balling like james on n-gg-s
you a b-tch
that’s why i can’t hang with n-gg-s
no piff
cookie my fragrance n-gg-
my wrist?
cold like a glacier n-gg-
your b-tch?
tryna run games on n-gg-s
she sucking d-ck
she ain’t getting paid though n-gg-
i gave her a tip
cut off that lame -ss n-gg-
hop out the whip
been put that flame on n-gg-s
[verse 2]
my n-gg-s working the hardest
buckets
get to the racks like harden
ducking, from the police department
f-ck it
we still gon’ get it regardless
and i’m chucking
you can’t ball with us
you garbage
n-gg-s bugging
copy the wave we started
straight out the oven
i’m getting paid
they starving
i’m in her stomach
she swallow seeds
she farming
hood fav get the extras
now, f-ck a next up
big bentley truck
f-ck a tesla
walk around with my chest up
flexed like a wrestler
you n-gg-s fold under pressure
rich forever the best up
get it together
making these n-gg-s play catch up
i hope you got your vest up
you tryna test us
they gon’ be cleaning your mess up
your b-tch was fronting
‘til she seen me stunting
baby i know you know better
i want the money
that’s end of discussion
don’t call me unless it’s ‘bout cheddar
i’m in the hood
4 grams in the wood
it’s me bundie, justo and cheddar
all this ice looking good
try hit a jug
p-ssy boy you could never
your b-tch say she love me forever and ever, and i did not know what to tell her
switched up once i hit it
i know she a bird
this gucci ain’t touching no feather
ima hop in the coupe
and i swerve
i’m keeping my foot on the peddle
i heard she be f-cking with nerds
shawty you are not on my level
[hook]
i got me some change
and i stayed the same n-gg-
i hop in the foreign
i’m switching lanes quicker
no
i hop in the foreign
she say, “i’m her favorite n-gg-”
you n-gg-s just want the fame
but my n-gg-s aiming bigger
swish
balling like james on n-gg-s
you a b-tch
that’s why i can’t hang with n-gg-s
no piff
cookie my fragrance n-gg-
my wrist?
cold like a glacier n-gg-
your b-tch?
tryna run games on n-gg-s
she sucking d-ck
she ain’t getting paid though n-gg-
i gave her a tip
cut off that lame -ss n-gg-
hop out the whip
been put that flame on n-gg-s
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