Lyrics:
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
Spartan
Omoge I be Spartan Omo Spartan
Hooli gimme energy make e ginger my heart o
The way you dey do your tinz e no be by force o
Willy gimme melody make
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
lap
Brand new bitch she hold my strap
Get off my dick, get off my sack, oh
(Get off)
Yuh, Said I was boolin with the gang
And my boy 438
So I be
my future bright
Scheme to try to dim my light
I will slap any pussy nigga on Oscar's night
And set it off that he might
Oh, slang
God only knows
I'ma fuck right on your bitch
She eat my kids
I just walked outside the trap
In brand new Ricks
I just stomped a nigga out in brand new kicks
Bitch, I'm
because your boys in a hurry
I've got no helmet when I'm riding my bike
I pour the milk before the cereal just to see what it's like, yeah
They say we bad
a baby boy
The kings had to follow a brand new star
Their lives were changed by a baby boy
No matter how long and no matter how far
Their lives were
take a look at Sammy
That boy would tote the Jammy
Used tA slap em wit the rocks, like at we at the Grammy's
I guess I meant the Oscars
That boy a real
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
(Stepped on the beat, I got it from Lavish)
Tryna run another M up
That's just for my lil' boy
Tryin' to buy another brand new Benz
That's just
knows about that bit (Willy)
I think we wanna hear the most
You're a Scottish fish living by the Scottish coast
Your reputation's so bad
Now each
lil boy sit down he is not that guy
Pull up in a mufuckin' Tonka yeah
Purple in my drank Willy Wonka yeah
She playing with her nose that's dat blanca
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
cup of tea
Tryna drop all of these tracks I got unreleased
Back in Oscar's yard, I was on the floor
Making tunes all on my laptop, thinking I was such
else...
Ion do Frauds...
Yah boys go try Scam somebody else...
Uh I want me a Audemar... yea
Uh Brand New Car Tomar... yea
Fck A Nigga Broad ahhh yeaaahh...
I be Gucci down to the sneakers
Yeah I Bought brand new Beamer that's a feature
I just spent like 5 on my t shirt
I fly by in my foreign that's
Who goes there? You chop crase
Whole squad out Update
As yawa don gas you wan gbes
My boys in the back we done dey
I say who goes there? You chop
brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I'm young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
making yourself, rapping
A Milli and really drilling
To figurative health
You know how i play boy the main score is
Rain courses ruling on my name boy
It's
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
it splash like a pool
Me and Cybra on the track
Going chilly
All my haters always act
Willy Nilly
Never switch up on the fam
For a dealy
Had some
true
Imma put on Gucci with them brand new shoes
And she dancing on the D like it's TikTok
She like my pretty boy swag and my wrist watch
I'm staying
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