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YOUNG GUNZ : Same Shit Different Day lyrics

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YOUNG GUNZ lyrics : "Same Shit Different Day"

[Intro: Young Neef]
Gunnaz, you hear that motha$#&@in knock ^!$$%
G.I.F.I.

Rocafella records you know

[Verse 1: Young Neef]

Said it's a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive
Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives

Said is they seen high
I rather go beam mine
Need the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine

Plus it's more cleaner and the system be knockin
The girls be watchin
So these ^!$$%z be plottin

It happens often
They can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin

I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S Dots up
'Fore I can take a step

These ^!$$%z is yellin back
I get the roll em, drop my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin

Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something stolen
Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the chickens be rollin

We got 'em goin

[Chorus x2: Young Neef]

You hear that motha$#&@in knock ^!$$% (uhn)
J.L.'s ready to pop ^!$$% (uhn)
Either Roc or State Prop ^!$$% (uhn)

White on whites or S Dot's ^!$$% (uhn)

[Verse 2: Young Chris]

Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of %#@! here

The ^!$$% Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there
Just another day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin $#&@ her

A bunch of other %#@! on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em

So we confuse 'em how we do's em
Ya homies on my ^!$$%z is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, ^!$$%z is married to these (*##$es

I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches
Nice day out, comin through, clearin the way out
Two new marita's hollerin soon as they skate out

Fit the collar big %#@! just lettin eight out
Guaranteed to lay a ^!$$% straight out
Try it ^!$$%


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Love how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it steppin

P.T. 1-4-5 give me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go think a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that record

Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it
Ladies love it, the streets ready as they except it
And show you motha$#&@as how to flex it uh bet it uh


[Young Neef]
Motha$#&@as better run, just got me another one

That high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun
Fresh out the box with it
Pop fly ya $$#'ll get mopped with it

I pop outta something that's dark tinted
Round the way all day that's just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no modems

Just a bunch of them cold ones
Talking %#@! like I owe em
Till that 6-4 blow em
BOOOOOW
You hear that motha$#&@in knock ^!$$%

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