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S.A.M.E (feat. Nemo Joe) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cartier Fuego
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Damani Felton, Nyiem Mitchell




Cartier Fuego - S.A.M.E (feat. Nemo Joe) Lyrics
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We are not one of the same
My level out of your range, I reign
Step to me, hope you bringing the pain
My Niggas sauce
Spin that block the Shells getting tossed
Off White with the Rick for the floss
Don't care for the cost
The swipes go off, we not taking loss
Got bands from the sauce
Givenchy to gloss
The Fiji on vvs be making me floss
I'm dripping like Voss
F*ck what you heard, the gang taking off
We had to make moves, I'm tired of loss
We rise like a boss
Slip, trip, no I could never fall
For a bitch
Or go out like a hoe, as long as this gun on my hip
When it rains, it pours
Make a storm, got vigorous winds
When I blow, get cold like snow below zero
Don't go out like a hero (Blast)
Superhero in my city, I want the dinero (Cash)
Gimme the loot (Huh)
Flammo gang, six letters
At anytime I could call up the troops
Throw up ya F salute
You a wanna be new recruit
You big cap I call you a fitted
Mitchell Nd Ness'n flexing bout digits
On the roads the whip got no ceiling
Smoking this pain while my sorrows healing
I'm trapped in the Stu
My notes my thoughts my beats and the glue
Roll up the cookie, the ape in the zoo
Beat up a track then I blow up the booth
(Call up the troops)
I'm Geeked up in the back seat
This tab kick like a athlete
The demons they try to attack me
But I run the game like a track meet (Huh)
The cannot stop me, Copy
They move so sloppy, I see
All of the greens and cheese, dinero the steam
The feens moving wocky
We are not one of the same
My level out of your range, I reign
Step to me, hope you bringing the pain
My Niggas sauce
Spin that block the Shells getting tossed
Off White with the Rick for the floss
Don't care for the cost
The swipes go off, we not taking loss
Got bands from the sauce
Givenchy to gloss
The Fiji on vvs be making me floss
I'm dripping like Voss
F*ck what you heard, the gang taking off
We had to make moves, I'm tired of loss
We rise like a boss
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We are not one of the same
My level out of your range, I reign
Step to me, hope you bringing the pain
My Niggas sauce
Spin that block the Shells getting tossed
Off White with the Rick for the floss
Don't care for the cost
The swipes go off, we not taking loss
Got bands from the sauce
Givenchy to gloss
The Fiji on vvs be making me floss
I'm dripping like Voss
F*ck what you heard, the gang taking off
We had to make moves, I'm tired of loss
We rise like a boss
Slip, trip, no I could never fall
For a bitch
Or go out like a hoe, as long as this gun on my hip
When it rains, it pours
Make a storm, got vigorous winds
When I blow, get cold like snow below zero
Don't go out like a hero (Blast)
Superhero in my city, I want the dinero (Cash)
Gimme the loot (Huh)
Flammo gang, six letters
At anytime I could call up the troops
Throw up ya F salute
You a wanna be new recruit
You big cap I call you a fitted
Mitchell Nd Ness'n flexing bout digits
On the roads the whip got no ceiling
Smoking this pain while my sorrows healing
I'm trapped in the Stu
My notes my thoughts my beats and the glue
Roll up the cookie, the ape in the zoo
Beat up a track then I blow up the booth
(Call up the troops)
I'm Geeked up in the back seat
This tab kick like a athlete
The demons they try to attack me
But I run the game like a track meet (Huh)
The cannot stop me, Copy
They move so sloppy, I see
All of the greens and cheese, dinero the steam
The feens moving wocky
We are not one of the same
My level out of your range, I reign
Step to me, hope you bringing the pain
My Niggas sauce
Spin that block the Shells getting tossed
Off White with the Rick for the floss
Don't care for the cost
The swipes go off, we not taking loss
Got bands from the sauce
Givenchy to gloss
The Fiji on vvs be making me floss
I'm dripping like Voss
F*ck what you heard, the gang taking off
We had to make moves, I'm tired of loss
We rise like a boss
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Writer: Damani Felton, Nyiem Mitchell
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