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joey fatts - same sh%t lyrics

[verse 1: curren$y]
850, three and a quarter leather
looks can k!ll, ak-47, stainless steel
rep that of a veteran
keep it real, audio dope cheffin’
cane no half steppin’
no footprints on the shipment guaranteed freshness
you gon’ need this like money and weapons
ain’t finish your first dose and you fien’in’ your next one
we did created monsters by dropping all this bomb sh-t
bullsh-t behind us, we do not see all the nonsense
i’m in the bentley on naj, i’m feeling quite accomplished dawg
don sh-t, what you know n-gga
go somewhere and find your ho she on her toes for daddies’ dope peep the stroll
bank role, rubber band knots did a grip a show, the rubber band pop
can’t fold, when i am buried off this liquid, we let the bank hold it
gold totally legit, paper washing rents, clean dollars make more sense
spendin’ like this dirty world we livin’ in
burnin’ that fire with the ghetto children
tellin’ me they gon’ live that life until it k!ll em’
all i can say is lord forgive them as we smoke behind them project buildings

[hook: joey fatts]
different day but on that same sh-t
blowin’ kush while i lane switch
paper chasin’ with a bad b-tch
different day but on that same sh-t
getting’ money f-ckin’ hoes, if you bout your dough then you know just how it go
it’s a different day, but a n-gga on that same sh-t, same sh-t
yeah a n-gga on that same sh-t [x2]

[verse 2: joey fatts]
it’s a different day
but a n-gga still on that same sh-t today
blowin’ kush any hot n-gga can get today
gold chain feelin’ like a money mixture day
ridin’ round strapped tell rico get that sh-t today
on that paper chasin’, ain’t got time to care what these n-ggas say
i just let em hate cause all their b-tches wanna f-ck
we like a basketball player, they tryna pick and roll with us
cause all my n-ggas gettin’ paid, we all gon’ f-ck, there ain’t no rush
but i keep that on the hush though
they love the sound of jet life and cut throat
young n-ggas ball no fumble
b-tch i ball no huddle never lettin’ up
smokin’ all the trees but still a young n-gga paper up
but never can i get enough of all them nights i didn’t have it
slept on that floor but now my money flip like dirty mattress
wouldn’t before but now she f-ck a n-gga off my status
one thing for sure this b-tch not gettin’ outta packin’ cabbage from the kid
better swoop that 36
bustin’ down supply all my n-ggas cause it’s enough money to go around
we about to run the town just a bunch of young n-ggas gettin’ paid
and tomorrow is gonna be the same sh-t, just a different day

[hook: joey fatts]

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