Same n*gga (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
[?] be my domain
Your b*tch wanna know my whole name
See where I'm from [?]
See where I'm from, we don't say no names
Shoot a n*gga, I don't need no aim
[?] need a kelo thing
Where I'm from, you better keep your [?]
If you a pus*y, can't wear no chain
[?] from top to bottom
[?] n*ggas, yeah they robbing
Coming out of [?], you know they got them
Made them give it all up with no problems

[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good
[Verse 2: Young Greatness]
All these n*ggas talking crazy
I pull up and hit them n*ggas with the 80
Real n*gga on some real sh*t
I need [?] confusion
The dog food got me trippin
Serving 30 pees like I'm Scotty Pippin
I'm Magic Johnson with the blender
I f*ck up your whole summer like it's winter
Bought me a new wraith
b*tch I been cooking like sooflay
Real n*ggas in the building
[?] money in these jeans
I been getting that [?]
I been beating the block since Thirsday
I been [?] like run on them
n*ggas play all these games, Imma punish them
[?] unless my money's on
[?]
You heard about [?]
I be out with the birds in a sun bar
Making some money, n*gga trippin
Asking me how I'm living
I [?] through [?]
I bag them and rap them in Tom Ford
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good

[Verse 3: Magnolia Chop]
Real n*gga, don't advance
Money hanging out my pants
2 stepping through the money, your b*tch came in advance
I'm that n*gga, I'm that n*gga man
36 in the pyrax
Dry cook and cold cut it
Call that rough sex
Shout out my n*ggas that pushing that work, they getting it in
Shout out my n*ggas that don't wanna lose, they just wanna win
I used to dream of the work
Come in on the boat
[?] was talking numbers
I gotta play it cutthroat
Pull up on [?]
Holler at Philthy Rich
We bout to get some money
It's all on a b*tch
Take [?]
To the game I go
Real n*gga since day 1
[?]
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga from the same hood
Same n*gga up to no good