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traprixhlooney - we not the same lyrics

no n+gga, we not the same
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane

[chorus]
no n+gga, we not the same (no)
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane (b+tch)
just might go f+ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (bang)
f+ck n+gga we ain’t the same (no)
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t (no)
no n+gga, we ain’t the same (purchase your tracks today)
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane (your lane)
i just might go f+ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (bang)
f+ck n+gga we ain’t the same (no)
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t (no)

[verse 1: traprixhlooney]
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t (you ain’t)
b+tch i do what you can’t, i’m smoking on dank
i’m a walking bank (i am)
yeah n+gga i just might go f+ck on your main (your b+tch)
everyday i be hustlin (i’m hustlin)
that bankroll, lil n+gga, is nothing (what)
lil duwop yeah he turned nothing to something
p+ssy n+gga, yeah all my n+ggas clutchin (grah)
call up the plug yeah i need the bag
send me a brick, and i do the dash (i da+)
i’m splitting them prices in half (in half)
now my money tall just like giraffe
i put a ten in my safe (ten)
in a jacuzzi with your big baby (b+tch)
i really don’t go no patience (no)
young n+gga yeah i serve the patients (what)
check out my kicks (my kicks) my b+tch (my b+tch) i’m rich
you broke and it don’t make no sense (it don’t)
i just might pay a b+tch rent
trapping in present tense (what)
riding round and i’m spinning the fan (what)
young n+gga hop in the benz (the benz)
it ain’t money it don’t make sense (no)
[chorus]
no n+gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane (b+tch)
just might go f+ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the what)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f+ck n+gga we ain’t the same (no)
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t (b+tch)
no n+gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane (b+tch)
i just might go f+ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the what)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f+ck n+gga we ain’t the same (no)
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t

[verse 2: rex santiago]
say ain’t no way you true, ain’t no way i’m lying
we can’t be the same, relate to no d+mn lame
push start and switch the lane
n+gga that game made me insane
started off from moving jane
like the name that sh+t was plain
moving on to better things
but these n+ggas steady hating
i pull up in that gaultier
windows tinted made em vanquish
imma boss bruh not a trainer
rolex slaughter you like jason
cause the diamonds keep em singing
i finesse you straight i thank you
we run them bags up, on my ex b+tch
member i ain’t even have enough, yeah stupid b+tch
yeah i flex it up, you mad lil bruh
you can’t keep it in, we can’t be no kin
know you hating, peep it man
don’t give f+ck about you man
[chorus]
no n+gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane (b+tch)
just might go f+ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the dank)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the what)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f+ck n+gga we ain’t the same (no)
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t (b+tch)
no n+gga, we ain’t the same (no)
f+ck n+gga stay in your lane (b+tch)
i just might go f+ck on your main (your main)
pull up and i got the dank (got the what)
i’m riding ’round with the bank (with the bank)
a 30 on me, yea, bang (grrah)
f+ck n+gga we ain’t the same (no)
b+tch i’m that n+gga you ain’t

[verse 3: polo]
we ain’t the same, these other n+ggas gon fold
swear i never changed, i never did, never told
tryna maintain had to serve the jeans out the oh
pops had that caine he had the fiends out the door
i was only nine, watched unc cook that rock over the stove
so before i die, gotta get rich ‘fore i go
got that sh+t for the low
we got that sh+t for your nose
i know if you n+ggas snort coke
don’t make me send to your door
tryna turn a half to a whole
i need them racks for a show
i gotta stay with my pole
you run up on, take your soul
no i can’t go back to broke
i got that sh+t on my own
i gotta get mom a new home
and i gotta put bro ‘nem on, yeah

- traprixhlooney lyrics

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