Lyrics The Rangers – All The Same

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Yeah, nigga look at my appearance
Swag to the ceiling, make your bitch catch feelings
All a nigga see is a dope vision
Looking at me you see a golden nigga

Turn a nigga up, turn it up
She feeling at my balls, get some first, bat her up
Pop that booty, like a groupie, pick it up
Before you do that, get your cake, better up
I need a cute face, now, long hair so I can put her face down
Skinny but she thick from the waist down
My cup up, get fucked up, I say yeah, turn up
V.I.P., we important like we in the fourth quarter
Take shots like Jordan, she drinking like water
No bitch will pass but I’ll try to bend over
Patrolling, bitch walk by, we know how I told her

Ain’t a bitch walk passed without tryna holla
Ain’t a bitch walk passed without tryina holla
Fights, drums, wretches, models
Fights, drums, wretches, models
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same
Treat them all the same

If your bitch come up missing
Then I’m the one to blame
And I keep real with these hoes

I treat them all the same
Got them pussy gun merk six feet under the dirt
Told her beauty is pain so these next words might hurt
I’m just tryina flirt, to be honest
Gotta keep it real like you on it
Wanted me to be a man but a young nigga declined her
She don’t even care, she hit me up the next night
She wanna give me the best that I ever had in my life
Yeah, and I swear to God I ain’t nervous
Lips like Tyana, man, I swear that she was perfect
Swear that ass perfect, in the club I gotta twerk it
On me up everyday she on my dick and that’s for certain
Lame niggas couldn’t hit, they struck out
I always tell her arch your back, stick your butt out
I think I’m a retire, been working her now she fire
That bitch expired but somebody about to get hired ’cause

Hoes say they love me, but I’m no dummy
All they see from me is ways to the money
I just smile, shit is so funny
Plus you attract more bees with the honey
Same club, same crew, same team
Same hoes tryna do the same thing
Damn, if the game don’t change
I’m a let my nuts hand like a Mississippi slave
Whips all black like ?
Real nigga from the cradle to the grave
These niggas let hoes misbehave
While I’m on a beach getting head, brain waves
Pennies drop like leaves in autumn
She on top so I came up from the bottom
Hate it when I walk by without tryina holla
But she don’t know that I’m a hit her once and never call her

Lyrics The Rangers – All The Same

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Album

The Movement – Golden