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Ces Cru - Same Same Lyrics



Ces Cru - Same Same Lyrics




Tyson with the punchline, pray I never sock a chick
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Campin' on the low, back when black connect was droppin' shit
+
If it's on the TV, probably never see me rockin' it
+
Gotta know what's popular so I can do the opposite
+
Homie I don't follow trends, conin' with a lot of friends
+
Never leave the house, if I went out, you know I got it in
+
Quickest way for me to loosen up is with a lot of gin
+
Stumble in the party, everybody holla not again
+
Yeah the haters spotted him, he be wavin' at em' too
+
They ain't hurtin' nothin' over here, so I play it cool
+
I remember when I would've went in, but I'm off that
+
Instead of blowin' up, I'm growin' up and I can floss that
+
You f*cking with the boss, Jack
+
What are you a cashier?
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Prolly count it quick fast friend, get a cash here
+
Really need to ándale, I'm giving you a pass here
+
Plus you got your body full of molly, same as last year
+
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
+
Ubi what they doin' bro?
+
(Bro they on the same thing)
+
You must be f*cking with me, right?
+
(No they on the same thing)
+
Oh they on that same same?
+
(Bro they on that same same)
+
Female or male, white and black all American
+
Create the color contrast for comparison
+
Icon class bombastic, I buried him
+
Erosion for your axle, hack and slash, so cesarean
+
Assholes are arrogant, maybe they need therapy
+
Welcome to the terrordome, clara- for your clarity
+
Powered by the metronome, not so necessarily
+
By any means, truth tellin' chopping at your cheery tree
+
Copy cats stare at me, I react hysterically
+
Catch you for your copyrights, consequence of charity
+
Do it for my day-one's, double back on day two
+
Curse upon my name and now I'm coming back to slay you
+
Same game, same crew, came in with the same shoes
+
Same clothes, twenty-three days still I can't lose
+
Same mood no matter the difference of the day I do this
+
Same shit, smooth bro, I do it like my debut
+
Yeah!
+
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
+
Ubi what they doin' bro?
+
(Bro they on the same thing)
+
You must be f*cking with me, right?
+
(No they on the same thing)
+
Oh they on that same same?
+
(Bro they on that same same)
+
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
+
Ubi what they doin' bro?
+
(Bro they on the same thing)
+
You must be f*cking with me, right?
+
(No they on the same thing)
+
Oh they on that same same?
+
(Bro they on that same same)
+
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Tyson with the punchline, pray I never sock a chick
+
Campin' on the low, back when black connect was droppin' shit
+
If it's on the TV, probably never see me rockin' it
+
Gotta know what's popular so I can do the opposite
+
Homie I don't follow trends, conin' with a lot of friends
+
Never leave the house, if I went out, you know I got it in
+
Quickest way for me to loosen up is with a lot of gin
+
Stumble in the party, everybody holla not again
+
Yeah the haters spotted him, he be wavin' at em' too
+
They ain't hurtin' nothin' over here, so I play it cool
+
I remember when I would've went in, but I'm off that
+
Instead of blowin' up, I'm growin' up and I can floss that
+
You f*cking with the boss, Jack
+
What are you a cashier?
+
Prolly count it quick fast friend, get a cash here
+
Really need to ándale, I'm giving you a pass here
+
Plus you got your body full of molly, same as last year
+
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
+
Ubi what they doin' bro?
+
(Bro they on the same thing)
+
You must be f*cking with me, right?
+
(No they on the same thing)
+
Oh they on that same same?
+
(Bro they on that same same)
+
Female or male, white and black all American
+
Create the color contrast for comparison
+
Icon class bombastic, I buried him
+
Erosion for your axle, hack and slash, so cesarean
+
Assholes are arrogant, maybe they need therapy
+
Welcome to the terrordome, clara- for your clarity
+
Powered by the metronome, not so necessarily
+
By any means, truth tellin' chopping at your cheery tree
+
Copy cats stare at me, I react hysterically
+
Catch you for your copyrights, consequence of charity
+
Do it for my day-one's, double back on day two
+
Curse upon my name and now I'm coming back to slay you
+
Same game, same crew, came in with the same shoes
+
Same clothes, twenty-three days still I can't lose
+
Same mood no matter the difference of the day I do this
+
Same shit, smooth bro, I do it like my debut
+
Yeah!
+
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
+
Ubi what they doin' bro?
+
(Bro they on the same thing)
+
You must be f*cking with me, right?
+
(No they on the same thing)
+
Oh they on that same same?
+
(Bro they on that same same)
+
I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed
+
Ubi what they doin' bro?
+
(Bro they on the same thing)
+
You must be f*cking with me, right?
+
(No they on the same thing)
+
Oh they on that same same?
+
(Bro they on that same same)
+
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Writer: Donnie King, Mike Viglione
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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