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点击复制Same Altima (Explicit) - Kodak Black/Juvenile/B.G.
Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Jacob Canady
Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Jacob Canady
Produced by：ATL Jacob
Hell yeah big cuz just brought that psych' in the 'yo
In the booth for me know what I'm sayin'?
Wrapped 'round in an orange towel
For all the jack-boys real quick
ATL Jacob ATL Jacob
Ayy
My nigga sittin' in prison he lost his phone privileges
He got out then went back in like he doin' home visits
All them cash-for-gold missions we used to rob plasmas
Tell them crackers to free my dog I need to bark at him
He done been down calendars
From South Florida where we jump in them Nissan Altimas
And then we goin' platinum
This nigga a trapper and a jacker and a smacker
And a rapper and everything after
In thе same Altima
Tryna duck from one time ridin' through thе 3
Jump off campus lunchtime with my nigga C
Twelve-gauge and a pump now I got it from a victim
Got an SK and a Glock 9 up under the seat
She got two kids I can't judge her I got three and two comin'
All us on the same thing they can't pinpoint who done it
****** up my white Amiri jeans with all the blue money
Don't wanna die he scared of me he better go see the woo woman
Turnt them Amiri shoes to work out with 'em
**** I don't wanna kill him I'd rather work out with him
**** done got bad I was poppin' Percs all mornin'
I was 'bout to crash man I almost hurt my mama
This **** don't go my way then I'ma start trippin'
This **** don't go my way then I'ma start trippin'
J had ten when he went to jail now he come back and two
Hmm
I look him in his eyes say you lyin' my nigga you rattin' dude
Hey
Told on everybody else you probably gon' tell on me
Hmm
Get a real nigga locked up for another felony
Hey
Dropped out of school in the hood but I still had perfect attendance
Hmm
Then B dropped out in a stolen car now he servin' his sentence
Hey
Nigga had a brand-new piece on **** we was jumpin' out on 'em
Hmm
Hittin' big licks in the multiples nigga we were livin' in the moment
Hey
Twenty-six hundreds on them LV Timbs and I'm stompin' in the mud in 'em
Hmm
Fam not ridin' in none of my cars 'cause he know I got drugs in 'em
Hey
Raised in the d**e house my livin' room always stay smoked out
Hmm
Bean bags and them bunk beds we had fold-up chairs nigga
We ain't have no couch Hey
This **** don't go my way then I'ma start trippin'
This **** don't go my way then I'ma start trippin'
I just came home from a long bid
Long bid
My dog had came home too he wasn't home six months
He got jammed up now he gone again
Gone again
The streets done got more wicked this cutthroat **** is real
Really real
Your best friend'll turn into a witness
He'll be the one to get you killed
Look if I ain't been through nothin' with you
I ain't 'bout to be out here stampin'
No
Get out of line I'ma tie your a*s up
Gon' put you in the trunk of that Maxima
Damn
Dump your ass off in Chopper City
Everywhere I go them choppers with me
Four five months your a*s been missin'
Missin'
Uptown nigga we stand on business
Business
Uptown nigga we stand on niggas
Niggas
Been had hands nigga I ran on niggas
Niggas
Up in the sky big G5
Tell the pilot just land on niggas
Beefin' nigga it's you or me
I'm movin' on yeah I ain't 'bout to sit around watchin' you
Talk 'bout what you gon' do to me
She got two kids I can't judge I got four and one comin'
Yeah
All us on the same thing they can't pinpoint who done it
****** up my white Versace jeans nigga with all this blue money
Blue money
Don't wanna die he scared of me he better go see the woo woman
Hold up Yak that nigga hop
You think I should work out with him?
Let me know
**** I don't wanna kill him I'd rather work out with him
Okay
**** done got bad I was poppin' Percs all morning
All morning?
Man I'm on pen' time I've been doin' burpees all morning
What?