Same Ol' Story Lyrics - Quality Street Music - Dj Drama

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It feel like the same old story, everywhere that I go 

And I don't really wanna do it all again tomorrow 

So I'm trying to find something brand new 

I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new 

It feel like the same old bitches, same old haters 

See me in the club, wanna come sit at my table 

I'm trying to find something brand new 

I'm sorry if you see me and I'm acting brand new 

Motherfucker 

No handouts for no niggas 

No handouts for no bitches 

Killed the underground with my lifestyle 

I'll let y'all fucks be the witness 

But I'm losing my mind 

On the block like 9 and a 9 

Well until it got pined 

You ain't know that it's something about time? 

We didn't care about that 

Remember the time I said I rapped? 

Then the niggas came after 

Even the hoes was full of laughter 

Flew back to the booth, went harder 

Now node your heads to the product 

Suck a nigga dick like he hotter 

Slinky on the booty like your father 

Beard look like Osama 

Don't talk to me less about commas 

Real shit, Go time get a meal tip 

Save your compliments for the comments 

Getting money is my assignment 

Will still be in the set 

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Damn, these niggas hating, I can't understand 

I'm your favourite's favourite, you the fan of a fan 

I feel like if I fall off this boat I could walk 

Y'all rap, Cory Gunz talk what he talk 

Shorty said she coming, she bringing a friend 

They ain't smoking with me, though, cause they didn't put in 

Bitch, I be touring with Tunechi and Mack 

Saluting Stunna on the way to the stage and way back 

How many niggas you know chill on the block with they fam and 

Tell you if you need something handled, go and holla at Nick Cannon 

Still spitting like I'm trying to get the deal 

Don't fly private all the time, but I fly private with Shaquille 

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Same old haters, niggas just don't give a fuck 

Tired of that old shit, swag is on some Bentley truck 

Tired of these zeroes, ain't nobody near, though 

Cause ain't nobody ready, throw the paper like confetti 

Man, I get jobs, a hundred stack 

Ya'll miss Jobs, like Wozniak 

I make y'all insomniac? 

No more sleeping, nigga 

What you thinking, nigga? 

I got your girl and need that E like we the Weeknd, nigga 

People figure, cause I don't like it unless it's brand new 

Everything is old news, even all your club clothes 

Look like shit I wear when I need something from the Whole Foods 

Royalty the newest niggas fucking old dudes 

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