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Not The Same Video (MV)




Performed By: SaySo Balla
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Eric Wideman




SaySo Balla - Not The Same Lyrics




Oh she outside, hold on
La la la la la la
I can't say I'm afraid of the day
SaySo Balla nigga

Yeah, really the oota
Gla, Gla, Gla, Gla, Gla, Gang
Gang, Gang, nigga It's a vibe
Barrel to your face, I bet your whole demeanor change

On the other side, I bet he turn into a saint
You better look away, cause I ain't tryna catch a case
Said I won't leave a trace, you
Gotta get up out them streets, you better play it safe

No face, no case, we ain't comin' here to play
My son feenin' for a stain, got a 40, let it bang
You can't hang with my gang.. why?
Cause me and you is not the same

You better tuck that chain when you walkin' my way
Life is like a game, I ain't talkin' GTA
I'm hoppin' out on feet, catch a opp broad day
Ride around and I'm paid, all black Escalade

Look, I'm a reaper, not a saint
Take a bitch to Broadway, we gon' make a movie
I'ma skeet all on her face
Real gritty nigga said she love the way I taste

I feel like baby smooth the way I put her in her place
And I've seen a lot of shit that I'll never f*ckin' say
And this bitch keep lyin', man, I caught her in her face
I caught her in her face

Look, I ain't sittin' in no trap
Man, this shit is outdated
Fast life shit, can't wait to say that we made it
I'm stackin' up my chips for them trips out Vegas

I'm a golden ticket, so you know I gotta take it
Ball hog nigga, I can't fake it
Shootin' for the stars cause this life is what you make it
Ain't savin' no hoes, I can't cape it

Trips to Jamaica and she naked
I'm lookin' on the island for a vacant
Barrel to your face, I bet your whole demeanor changed
On the other side, I bet he turn into a saint

You better look away cause I ain't tryna catch a case
Said I won't leave a trace, facts
Gotta get about them streets, you better play it safe
No face, no case, we ain't comin' here to play

My son feelin' for a stain
Got a 40, let it bang
You can't hang with my gang
Cause me and you is not the same

Cause me and you is not the same
Yeah
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Oh she outside, hold on
La la la la la la
I can't say I'm afraid of the day
SaySo Balla nigga

Yeah, really the oota
Gla, Gla, Gla, Gla, Gla, Gang
Gang, Gang, nigga It's a vibe
Barrel to your face, I bet your whole demeanor change

On the other side, I bet he turn into a saint
You better look away, cause I ain't tryna catch a case
Said I won't leave a trace, you
Gotta get up out them streets, you better play it safe

No face, no case, we ain't comin' here to play
My son feenin' for a stain, got a 40, let it bang
You can't hang with my gang.. why?
Cause me and you is not the same

You better tuck that chain when you walkin' my way
Life is like a game, I ain't talkin' GTA
I'm hoppin' out on feet, catch a opp broad day
Ride around and I'm paid, all black Escalade

Look, I'm a reaper, not a saint
Take a bitch to Broadway, we gon' make a movie
I'ma skeet all on her face
Real gritty nigga said she love the way I taste

I feel like baby smooth the way I put her in her place
And I've seen a lot of shit that I'll never f*ckin' say
And this bitch keep lyin', man, I caught her in her face
I caught her in her face

Look, I ain't sittin' in no trap
Man, this shit is outdated
Fast life shit, can't wait to say that we made it
I'm stackin' up my chips for them trips out Vegas

I'm a golden ticket, so you know I gotta take it
Ball hog nigga, I can't fake it
Shootin' for the stars cause this life is what you make it
Ain't savin' no hoes, I can't cape it

Trips to Jamaica and she naked
I'm lookin' on the island for a vacant
Barrel to your face, I bet your whole demeanor changed
On the other side, I bet he turn into a saint

You better look away cause I ain't tryna catch a case
Said I won't leave a trace, facts
Gotta get about them streets, you better play it safe
No face, no case, we ain't comin' here to play

My son feelin' for a stain
Got a 40, let it bang
You can't hang with my gang
Cause me and you is not the same

Cause me and you is not the same
Yeah
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Writer: Eric Wideman
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