Not The Same lyrics

by

Royce Rizzy


[Intro: Rolls Royce Rizzy]
See, we not the same. And I really shouldn't have to tell y'all we not the same. Its obvious! We're on two different levels

[Hook]
Uh, [?] all in my [?]
She wanna f*ck with the gang
All my cards in her name
I'm flexed up with these chains

Ho, we are not the same
pus*y we are not the same
Uh, [?] all in my [?]
She wanna f*ck with the gang
All my cards in her name
50 racks on these chains

We are not the same
pus*y we are not the same
We are not the same pus*y we are not the same

My ho sharp as [?]
Gave that b*tch a hunnid racks
She singing my [?]
Damn near had a heart attack
Green MCM bag, lookin' like a Skittle pack
One b*tch kiss another b*tch, shawty can you get with that?

My supply is Diamond, yo sh*t is rhinestone
10 Deep hoodie, hah, with the [?] on
pus*y, I see what you got your eyes on
I [?] five with the Fives on
Get more cheese than the [?] zone
Got a b*tch who [?] five points, she smoke weed like a [?]
Got a b*tch in a Bucket who slide through and come get me

I got a who in Magic City, my name all on her titties
Got a b*tch who you in love with, she suckin' me and my n*ggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rolls Royce Rizzy]
[?] chain on with the [?], make a n*gga b*tch choose
We gone run yo b*tch, n*gga
Tell her bring her gym shoes
Cause she a ratchet b*tch with that ratchet mouth
Shawty put that ass out
She a freaky b*tch, she said she want the di*k
Let a n*gga tap out

Jumpin' 'round on the stage, b*tches screamin' my name
She geeked up off them mollies, said it takes away the pain
[?] a b*tch off the cascade, wanna go to masquerade
But she got a friend that go both ways, hit them hoes on different days
Your n*gga? He f*cked up
They ran into his kush spot
I met a b*tch and she geeked up, suck a n*gga off like a push pop
My sex game is A1, make a b*tch puss pop
My little b*tch, she thug life, call her ass 2Pac

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Debbie]
I ain't-ain't got no time
For no f*ck b*tches
Can't see my eyes, behind shaded lenses
I'm in the backseat, rubber-banded Benjamins
Rollin' Kush, with the orange hairs in it

I ain't trippin' off sh*t
I'm gettin' run like Forrest
My money flowin' just right
Have you tasted Baby Bear's porridge?
See, the block is hot like Papa Bears
And my heart's cold like Mama's is

That's @L1LDebbie, you hatin' b*tches be followin'
Takin' phone pics in yo bathroom
On Instagram like y'all modelling
We are not the same
You don't resemble Debbie a lil bit
My records spin all day
There's writing for it, no queasy, b*tch
In the studio gettin' my hair done, makin' hits, I make it look easy b*tch

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