Stay the Same Songtext
von T.Y.
Stay the Same Songtext
Jet Life, bitch
Yeah, Taylor Gang shit
Yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, life
We don′t gotta say it twice
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Just got done cleaning the whip
'Bout to roll a few and then go see what up with my niggas
Know they got they shit on point, so I had to come with it
1983 And my shit one of the hardest in the city
Bad bitches asking can they take a picture sitting in it
They trying to slide with me
Know my pimping so official, I′m mackin', I′m a player
I'm known to break hearts, I'ma tell you from the start
But I fuck you so good, you won′t worry ′bout that part
Smoking on loud, I can't hear what you saying
I put up that old school then hop in the Benz
Whipping that shit when I′m up in the trap
Turned that bitch to Hell's Kitchen
Speaking to the money, I ain′t worrying 'bout no ticket
Jet Life, Taylor Gang, flying over everything
Gang, life
We don′t gotta say it twice
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Who got the papers rolled? Who know some bomb hoes?
Who got the cleanest ride? Who keep they pockets swole?
Who know the game and can do it with they eyes closed?
Who got a ghetto broad that look like a centerfold?
Who got a million dollars working off they iPhone?
Who hear them niggas talking shit but they don't try it though?
Got so many pounds in my crib, ain′t hard to find those
Come to cars, I got a line of those
And my closet got the finest clothes
Blowing strong, call it designer smoke
All them problems, made a dot of those
Gang, life
We don't gotta say it twice
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Shit, it′s money over bitches, it's forever gonna be that way
Really tied in, I know killers out in every state
I'm really straight, wake up in the morning
Say my prayers, smoke one to the face
Every bitch number in my phone, wanna call a date
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Yeah, Taylor Gang shit
Yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, life
We don′t gotta say it twice
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Just got done cleaning the whip
'Bout to roll a few and then go see what up with my niggas
Know they got they shit on point, so I had to come with it
1983 And my shit one of the hardest in the city
Bad bitches asking can they take a picture sitting in it
They trying to slide with me
Know my pimping so official, I′m mackin', I′m a player
I'm known to break hearts, I'ma tell you from the start
But I fuck you so good, you won′t worry ′bout that part
Smoking on loud, I can't hear what you saying
I put up that old school then hop in the Benz
Whipping that shit when I′m up in the trap
Turned that bitch to Hell's Kitchen
Speaking to the money, I ain′t worrying 'bout no ticket
Jet Life, Taylor Gang, flying over everything
Gang, life
We don′t gotta say it twice
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Who got the papers rolled? Who know some bomb hoes?
Who got the cleanest ride? Who keep they pockets swole?
Who know the game and can do it with they eyes closed?
Who got a ghetto broad that look like a centerfold?
Who got a million dollars working off they iPhone?
Who hear them niggas talking shit but they don't try it though?
Got so many pounds in my crib, ain′t hard to find those
Come to cars, I got a line of those
And my closet got the finest clothes
Blowing strong, call it designer smoke
All them problems, made a dot of those
Gang, life
We don't gotta say it twice
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Shit, it′s money over bitches, it's forever gonna be that way
Really tied in, I know killers out in every state
I'm really straight, wake up in the morning
Say my prayers, smoke one to the face
Every bitch number in my phone, wanna call a date
Life, gang
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Some niggas who gon′ stay the same
Some niggas who gon' stay the same
Writer(s): Bryan Simmons, Jordan Houston, Cameron Jibril Thomaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

