Young M.A - Same Set (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young M.A - Same Set (en) Lyrics
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It's lit
Uh, red cup and the wood tip
I'm just tryna clear my
mind from the bullshit
I got ninety-nine problems,
money ain't one
They be talkin' bad bitches
but I date one
Money stackin', pistol packin',
what that talk 'bout?
Bitch I'm gettin' forty
bands on the walk out
Yeah I blew a little money
but my bills paid
I woke up the next day
and I'm still paid
I remember when I barely
had a dollar on me
I remember ducking cops
'cause I got it on me
Went from plain gold chains,
now I'm watered down
Now I drink to my success
and that water brown
We them niggas
Always see me with the same set
We make money, we don't make threats
While they pay attention
we get pay checks
When they throwing shade
we just play catch
Getting money with my set now
When I'm praying is the
only time my head down
Popping bottles, I'm all wet now
Told my city I won't let up,
I won't let down (Brooklyn)
Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky,
what that talk 'bout?
I just bagged twenty bitches
on the walk out
Honestly, knowing me,
I won't hit them up
And if they try to hit me
up I ain't picking up
Life was a living hell,
now we living well
And we drink champagne
like it's ginger ale
And we stand on the couch
while my song playin'
Up in VIP like we ain't
got no home training
Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue
Out in Cali, getting cloudy
with my hitter Blue
Uh, you aight ma? yeah we good
And if I had to make a wish,
I wish you niggas would
Put my Cartiers on for
the shade throwers
At first they was fucking with
us then they changed on us
And we right back popping
and they back again
And these hoes back thotting
and they back again
In the Yams with some Jordans,
on our scooter bikes
They was claiming that they do
it but don't do it right
It's not about what you got,
it's 'bout who you are
'Cause we don't need foreign
cars to get foreign broads
'Cause we them niggas
But nah for real
We really be in the Yams on
them scooter bikes bro
We got the Jordans on the back of them
And all that
Then we see these niggas comin'
down the strip in foreign cars
And we be laughin' 'cause
When you look inside of them
It's just niggas, no girls, niggas
Fuck outta here
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