Miggie Jean - All the Same

Big bright lights
In the big bad city
Hit a few joints
And they throwing straight 50s
Yea I stay high
That's a buck and 250
It's eating you up
I'm out being litty

Stop and stare
These niggas gotta
Stop and stare
They all wanna
Stop and stare
I know you wanna
Stop and stare
Bitch I'm here

Stop and stare
These niggas gotta
Stop and stare
They all wanna
Stop and stare
I know you wanna
Stop and stare
Bitch I'm here

I've been in the brig doing
Double double digits
Uncle Tom niggas
Always gotta fidget
Run my damn mouth
Though I'm borderline a midget
Because who's gonna check me
I'm just trying to preach it
Private suite dinners
I smell money in the air
He ain't had to say it
I just showed up with flare
All that loud shit
We don't play that over here
These pump faking niggas
I can't shed a single tear
Because one thing about me
I'm gonna always put in work
He said bend over
So I gave a little twerk
Big baller shit
Yea I'm a little flirt
Come on here closer
Promise this won't hurt

Stop and stare
These niggas gotta
Stop and stare
They all wanna
Stop and stare
I know you wanna
Stop and stare
Bitch I'm here

Big bright lights
In the big bad city
Hit a few joints
And they throwing straight 50s
Yea I stay high
That's a buck and 250
It's eating you up
I'm out being litty

I say it to your face
I don't make no mistakes
You like how I do
Because I do it with taste
They thought I was through
So I came back straight laced
Could never give me up
I keep you in your place
Ladies for the win
We've been carrying this scene
These niggas ain't rapping
They just sipping on lean
And if it ain't about trapping
Can't converse about a thing
Everybody big dog
Everybody go hard
Everybody got a strap
They be capping so bad
I'm the agitator
Make you leave in disgrace
Thought you was eating
But that wasn't the case
You could be my Cookie Monster
Don't leave a trace

Stop and stare
These niggas gotta
Stop and stare
They all wanna
Stop and stare
I know you wanna
Stop and stare
Bitch I'm here

Big bright lights
In the big bad city
Hit a few joints
And they throwing straight 50s
Yea I stay high
That's a buck and 250
It's eating you up
I'm out being litty

Private suite dinners
I smell money in the air
He ain't had to say it
I just showed up with flare
All that loud shit
We don't play dat over here
These pump faking niggas
I can't shed a single tear.

Written by:
Mignant John

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