Joe Gang - Another Nigga

This the same old shit
I didn’t wanna deal with
This the same ass reason
I don’t ever say shit
I kan never kount you out
You kome fast real quick
I don’t like designer things
I ain’t never had shit
All my bitches wearing bundles
I guess all these bitches fake
All these niggas they be talking
They don’t like what’s on my plate
I don’t wanna go back home
I might get shot up in my face
Joined the ranks to make a
difference,
Ain’t shit different but my age
All these bitches they be fake to me, fake to me
All these bitches do is lie to me, lie to me
I put two up in the chamber, chamber
I put two up in the chamber, chamber
I drop a video and now
All these bitches wanna fuck
Niggas hate all on our moves
But they wanna be like us
I don’t trust a soul nomo
I think its better if i’m dead
Last nigga diss otto
He had two up in head
Ian never lie to you
So tell me why you lie to me
I was cheating and you know it
So I told you I was sorry
Then I tried to get you back
Thats the reason I dropped Ari
Then I found out you was lying
Nigga fuck you and that sorry
You was with another nigga
You was with another nigga
You was with another nigga
You was with another nigga
You was with another nigga
You was with another nigga
You was with another nigga
With another nigga
Nigga
With another nigga
With another nigga
With another nigga
I kant tell you it ain’t hurt
Bitch it really really did
You was posed to be my wife
You was posed to have my kid
We was gone get us a house
With a dog and a pig
Bitches lie like everyday
And they be faker than they wigs
This the same old shit I didn’t wanna deal with
This the same ass reason I don’t ever say shit
I kan never kount you out, you kome fast real quick
I don’t like designer things, I ain’t never had shit
All my bitches wearing bundles
I guess all these bitches fake
All these niggas they be talking, they don’t like what’s on my plate
I don’t wanna go back home, I might get shot up in my face
Joined the ranks to make a difference, ain’t shit different but my age
All these bitches they be fake to me, fake to me
All these bitches do is lie to me, lie to me
I put two up in the chamber, chamber
I put two up in the chamber, chamber
I drop a video and now
All these bitches wanna fuck
Niggas hate all on our moves
But they wanna be like us
I don’t trust a soul nomo
I think its better if i’m dead
Last nigga diss otto
He had two up in head
This the same old shit
I didn’t wanna deal with
This the same ass reason
I don’t ever say shit
I kan never kount you out
You kome fast real quick
I don’t like designer things
I ain’t never had shit

Written by:
Joe Gang

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