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musa libre – same things (everywhere i go) lyrics

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man… everywhere i go… it seems mother f-ckers be saying the same old sh-t
like they on a script or some sh-t

fort mac scene, lifted trucks on the street
half a pound of green, why you lookin at me ?
im just some arab motha f-cker tryna stack up some cheese
but then theres always some dumb b-st-rd tryna stir up the beef

see i always kinda wondered about who would be next
it started back in march when i sent you that text
talkin bout how you were a savage for you smashin your ex
but then i realized soon after youre the one who got rekt

everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these f-cking b-tches say the same thing

so i got payed, and got laid
while your dog sprayed, his doggy load
on your shoulder blade, it was past 8
on a wednesday, in the baker home
and im not sayin, it was dog trainin
its more like donnies savage bro, if theres one thing
you got played yet you’re still preaching, “i love the hoes”

and i feel bad for you, you ain’t got a clue
what its like to have a friend or two, oh my bad!
he’s got a dog, please raise your hand if you didn’t know that

man we’ve seen the posts and we’ve seen enough
you ain’t seein hoes you’re just bein tough
we ain’t seein the buff, you ain’t seemin rough
you just p-ssed me off, i ain’t see the bluff

everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these f-cking b-tches say the same thing

i wake up n grind for the mula, yeah
my diamonds impressin the jeweler, yeah
im crackin it cold from the cooler, yeah
my money it long like a ruler, yeah

i told her i never would rule her, yeah
i’m teachin her like im the tutor, yeah
a hunned thousand its a muler, yeah
it didn’t take too much to fool her

i am a god, go and get a man his crown
b-tches leave you sad, p-ssy left you with a frown
pulled up drunk, and you lookin like a clown
takin all your b-tches to the town and i pound

weighin up green, and it feelin like a pound
money piled up, and it lookin like a mound
i whip up and shoot up your house to the ground
surpressors go brr brr i ain’t make a sound

everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these f-cking b-tches say the same thing

we bust out the chains, and them b-tches they melt
f-ck on a thot, send her -ss in a cell
pull up yo pants, man go order a belt
amazon prime, that sh-t come in the mail

f-ck

flex on them, f-ckbois im payin they bills
throwin a stack at the b-tch at the till
suicide, but they poppin no pill
rock the glock, hittin them with no chill

she lookin surprised, askin me if it was real
yea yea yea, i ain’t givin no deals
private chef, whippin up with the meals
dropped ride, with the blacked out wheels
murderized, with the glock no feels
on the side, with the plastic bills
duck and hide, when cop gets k!lls
mesmerized, you in shock for real

everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these b-tches say the same thing
everywhere i go man these f-cking b-tches say the same thing

i run up with guns, you be seein all red
takin your b-tch, to the bed give me head
ate this d-ck, now her p-ssy gettin spread
watch this sh-t, pop a rock its a med

shots shots shots, pop a round its the lead
can’t stop now, rap the beat off till its dead
beef on the bread, make a burger keep you fed
take your dog out to shed, watched and laughed at how it bled

i rap so fast, i set the track on fire
i slap that -ss, she pop a perc gettin higher
you rap so trash, donny boutta re tire
cuz when you and i clash, rocco boutta eat a tire

its nothin personal, i just call it when i see it
its not my fault, musa libre is the realest
hang your head on the wall, taxidermy for your dog
can’t avoid this man at all
i run the game im on the hall

of fame!
sorry man theres no more spots left on the hall
besides we dont put sh-t like you up there anyway
weak lyric posting -ss, obssesed with your dog -ss
f-ck outta here man

- musa libre lyrics

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