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Aint The Same Video (MV)




Performed By: RiceWill
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: William Rice




RiceWill - Aint The Same Lyrics




Actin' hella different, niggas aint the same
Tell me what's the reason, is it money or fame
Tryna ride the wave, niggas gon' be seasick

If he get cold, I'ma hit him with a heat stick
Hit him with a pump fake now he jumpin' like a leap frog
Roll a three-five in a wood, this a tree log
Buddy he was shiverin', so I tapped him with the heat rod

Ayy, I'ma hit him with that heat rod
Paid five cents for a hit, that's a cheap job
Tryna knock me off my pivot, I'ma make his feet rock
Bitch gon' give me brains till her f*ckin' knees lock

Callin' me a monkey, so we hung him from a tree top
Say I f*ck her good, I'm just tryna hit the G-spot
I'll rock that Rollie while you niggas rock that G-shock
Tryna post a pic but you know thats a rerock

Actin' hella different, niggas act the same
Tell me what's the reason, is it money or fame
How you tryna score, but you couldn't hit a stain
Shootin' from the three, got me feelin' like I'm Dame

All i smoke is za, I be higher than a plane
I speak cold facts, but I'm finna blow the flame
And you niggas better run, cause you know I got some aim
Put him on a poster, get that boy a frame

Arrow in his head, now he look like he aang
I ain't gotta punch this chop kick like Liu Kang
Above the neck or nun, I be aiming for the brain
How you say you ballin', but the score ain't even change

How you say you playin', but you ain't got a game
How you say you with me, but you not even gang
I swear these niggas different, man, I swear they ain't the same
I swear they ain't the same
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Actin' hella different, niggas aint the same
Tell me what's the reason, is it money or fame
Tryna ride the wave, niggas gon' be seasick

If he get cold, I'ma hit him with a heat stick
Hit him with a pump fake now he jumpin' like a leap frog
Roll a three-five in a wood, this a tree log
Buddy he was shiverin', so I tapped him with the heat rod

Ayy, I'ma hit him with that heat rod
Paid five cents for a hit, that's a cheap job
Tryna knock me off my pivot, I'ma make his feet rock
Bitch gon' give me brains till her f*ckin' knees lock

Callin' me a monkey, so we hung him from a tree top
Say I f*ck her good, I'm just tryna hit the G-spot
I'll rock that Rollie while you niggas rock that G-shock
Tryna post a pic but you know thats a rerock

Actin' hella different, niggas act the same
Tell me what's the reason, is it money or fame
How you tryna score, but you couldn't hit a stain
Shootin' from the three, got me feelin' like I'm Dame

All i smoke is za, I be higher than a plane
I speak cold facts, but I'm finna blow the flame
And you niggas better run, cause you know I got some aim
Put him on a poster, get that boy a frame

Arrow in his head, now he look like he aang
I ain't gotta punch this chop kick like Liu Kang
Above the neck or nun, I be aiming for the brain
How you say you ballin', but the score ain't even change

How you say you playin', but you ain't got a game
How you say you with me, but you not even gang
I swear these niggas different, man, I swear they ain't the same
I swear they ain't the same
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Writer: William Rice
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