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Testo Aint The Same - MIST

Testo della canzone Aint The Same (MIST), tratta dall'album M I S To The T EP

Told my nigga fuck feds
They left my nigga in a way
We gotta get away, jump on a plane
(Fly away, fly away)
Bad b's wanna get paid but real niggas don't play games
(No games, no games)
Nah, me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
(Yeah we really ain't the same)
Me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
Yeah money haffi stack
Get money from shows and trap
Still lick down man for my akh
Life turned mad, overseas booking with my lads
Champagne, sun and sand
Tracksuit gang, lighty with a caramel tan
Rum punch got a nigga feeling like the man
Late night strip club is really where I am
Not no more on the block where I hang
Rather take a trip with my fam
PRS money in the bank
Money haffi stack
Sickmade, Smokey, Karla's Back
Yeah it's got a nigga flyin' round the map
Complete the task
Last month I was moving on the graft
Now I'm in the lab, billing up my stacks
Don't watch mixtape soon land
Told my nigga fuck feds
They left my nigga in a way
We gotta get away, jump on a plane
(Fly away, fly away)
Bad b's wanna get paid but real niggas don't play games
(No games, no games)
Nah, me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
(Yeah we really ain't the same)
Me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
Fuck feds, buss gun
Out here trappin' in the slum but you still get spun
Made 5 figures on the pub, I got, gyal movin' Snickers
Hashtag nuts
Am pack vacuum, packed yeah it's Dutch
Late night graft burn, rubber and clutch
Sevaqk and Banglez on the riddim yeah it's fucked
Hash with the lemon got me slumped
Raami Karla sick made I'm getting funds
Smoke a dhana in one night, fuck my lungs
Yeah I'm piffin' out
Smoke a dhana in one night, fuck my lungs
Yeah I'm piffin' out
See blue lights and I'm dipping out
Big .45 might whip it out
When it comes to the beef, never chicken out
I'll slide on a nigga, never slippin' now
Fuck feds
They left my nigga in a way
We gotta get away, jump on a plane
(Fly away, fly away)
Bad b's wanna get paid but real niggas don't play games
(No games, no games)
Nah, me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
(Yeah we really ain't the same)
Me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
Nigga, fuck feds
They left my nigga in a way
We gotta get away, jump on a plane
(Fly away, fly away)
Bad b's wanna get paid but real niggas don't play games
(No games, no games)
Nah, me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
(Yeah we really ain't the same)
Me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
Woke up, no rest, no sleep
Mad ting last night, nice show it went neat
Hash running low had to holla Young T
Gettin' top off a badders while I'm puffing on my weed
I'll squeeze till' it's fucking empty
It's lab time, holla Shadow On The Beat
Workrate's low still fucking up the scene
I'm fresh home, chest wham from green
Magic with my fingers, flick her bean
Four tunes strung, touch shows, made G's
Last year I couldn't imagine getting money that was clean
For the pagan, try fucking with my team
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Henny and the Goose and the lean
Apnars and Karlas is back how you mean
Yeah I'm screaming bloodclart but my manners dem are clean
Fuck feds
They left my nigga in a way
We gotta get away, jump on a plane
(Fly away, fly away)
Bad b's wanna get paid but real niggas don't play games
(No games, no games)
Nah, me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
(Yeah we really ain't the same)
Me and these niggas ain't the same
I said me and these niggas ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't, we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't, we really ain't the same
Sickmade
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't, we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't the same
Yeah we really ain't, we really ain't the same
M-I-S to the fucking T
Hold tight all my Apnars, Karlas, Goras all of that
Me and these niggas ain't the same
Said me and these niggas ain't the same
(Really ain't the same)



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Writer(s): Pahuldip Singh Sandhu, Rhys Thomas Sylvester
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