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Nothing Was The Same Video (MV)




Performed By: Ghop
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Gerard Hopkins




Ghop - Nothing Was The Same Lyrics
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Balenciaga down all way to my bag
Yeah we finally made it here cause I wanted it bad
I got these carrots in my ear like some f*cking salad
I skrt off when I steer I'm tryna do McLaren
I fill my closet with this gear it used to look barren
Now I walk through it
Yeah What the f*cks the problem I don't talk through it
Watchu know I ain't get fly as a f*cking stewardess
Yeah watchu know I ain't get fly as the f*ckin orbit
It's the Hop it get hot it get f*cking scorching
Yeah I been working through the pain I run off endorphins
Yeah I run off on ya
Yeah yeah David Blaine I get lost on ya
Damn damn nothing was the same yeah
I'm bout to roll this out watch my campaign yeah
I feel like I'm the coldest out freezing rain yeah
Run it up to a bold amount
On an old account
I said I'm gon live my movie just like paramount
They gon judge just like Judy when them cameras out
Like a judge when I get moody I bring them hammers out
Yeah I turn to a bear when I see salmon out
Yeah this so rare it's some shit that you don't talk about
All this f*cking smoke up in the air I'm walking on a cloud
All I ever did was keep it player can't throw in no towel
Yeah I can't hang it up just forget I brang it up
This is all that's on my mind that's why I been staying up
Nothing gon be the same after this huh
Actually I lied I'm gon get paid after this huh
Yeah I can't hang it up just forget I brang it up
This is all that's on my mind that's why I been staying up
Nothing gon be the same after this huh
Actually I lied I'm gon get paid after this huh
And I'm gon keep balling with my dogs get assists huh
Balenciaga down all way to my bag
Yeah we finally made it here cause I wanted it bad
I got these carrots in my ear like some f*cking salad
I skrt off when I steer I'm tryna do McLaren
I fill my closet with this gear it used to look barren
Now I walk through it
Yeah What the f*cks the problem I don't talk through it
Watchu know I ain't get fly as a f*cking stewardess
Yeah watchu know I ain't get fly as the f*ckin orbit
It's the Hop it get hot it get f*cking scorching
Yeah I been working through the pain I run off endorphins
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Balenciaga down all way to my bag
Yeah we finally made it here cause I wanted it bad
I got these carrots in my ear like some f*cking salad
I skrt off when I steer I'm tryna do McLaren
I fill my closet with this gear it used to look barren
Now I walk through it
Yeah What the f*cks the problem I don't talk through it
Watchu know I ain't get fly as a f*cking stewardess
Yeah watchu know I ain't get fly as the f*ckin orbit
It's the Hop it get hot it get f*cking scorching
Yeah I been working through the pain I run off endorphins
Yeah I run off on ya
Yeah yeah David Blaine I get lost on ya
Damn damn nothing was the same yeah
I'm bout to roll this out watch my campaign yeah
I feel like I'm the coldest out freezing rain yeah
Run it up to a bold amount
On an old account
I said I'm gon live my movie just like paramount
They gon judge just like Judy when them cameras out
Like a judge when I get moody I bring them hammers out
Yeah I turn to a bear when I see salmon out
Yeah this so rare it's some shit that you don't talk about
All this f*cking smoke up in the air I'm walking on a cloud
All I ever did was keep it player can't throw in no towel
Yeah I can't hang it up just forget I brang it up
This is all that's on my mind that's why I been staying up
Nothing gon be the same after this huh
Actually I lied I'm gon get paid after this huh
Yeah I can't hang it up just forget I brang it up
This is all that's on my mind that's why I been staying up
Nothing gon be the same after this huh
Actually I lied I'm gon get paid after this huh
And I'm gon keep balling with my dogs get assists huh
Balenciaga down all way to my bag
Yeah we finally made it here cause I wanted it bad
I got these carrots in my ear like some f*cking salad
I skrt off when I steer I'm tryna do McLaren
I fill my closet with this gear it used to look barren
Now I walk through it
Yeah What the f*cks the problem I don't talk through it
Watchu know I ain't get fly as a f*cking stewardess
Yeah watchu know I ain't get fly as the f*ckin orbit
It's the Hop it get hot it get f*cking scorching
Yeah I been working through the pain I run off endorphins
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Writer: Gerard Hopkins
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