Never Be the Same - Tyga

(Intro) Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Da da da da da da da... Oh, what a lively head he gave Theres a certain thing to fame I feel no shame But all, such a lacking in the soul. But something only it can hold God only knows And oh, has the days of yester-when And all the melodies we made We'll sing a song again Even if you don't remember my name... (Chorus) All the same, Que sera sera they say Hey I'm just glad we had this day And I'll know I'll never be the same I'll never be the same (Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba da da da da da da da...) And oh, what a lovely crazy game Juggling forture with the fame But still - I'm glad you came You know we're really not that far apart That is if I do my job Where in the heart, are all of the things I'll try to say As you allow me rule on your stage, And we sing a song again Even if you don't remember my name... Well...(Chorus) (Ba's) And oh, has our memories we be-claim And all the blessed songs that we once learned to sing. We'll sing a song again Even if you don't remember my name Well(Chorus) I'll never be the same (Ba's)

Somethin' must've gone wrong in my brain Got your chemicals all in my veins Feelin' all the highs, feel all the pain Let go of the wheel, it's the bullet lane Now I'm seein' red, not thinkin' straight Blurrin' all the lines, you intoxicate me Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need All I need, yeah you're all I need It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never ever ever be the same I'll never be the same I'll never be the same I'll never be the same (Never be the same) Sneaking in L.A. when the lights are low Off of one touch, I could overdose You said, "Stop playin' it safe Boy, I wanna see you lose control" Just like nicotine, (nicotine) heroin, morphine (morphine) Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need (all I need) All I need, yeah you're all I need It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame (You're to blame) Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never ever ever be the same I'll never be the same (Never be the same, girl) I'll never be the same (I'll never be the same) I'll never be the same (And now) You're in my blood You're in my veins You're in my head I blame You're in my blood You're in my veins You're in my head (I'm sayin') It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame You're to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame (You're to blame) Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never ever ever be the same

Aye. Who that in the Lambo? That's the Last King boy, haan? Last King Records takin' over for the 2016 'till forever I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Rolex, mo' sex T-Raww, gon' flex Bad bitches Ass, chest Rich niggas, no stress Smoke when I wanna Ball when I wanna Fuck who I wanna Everything a hundred My cars diamond diamond Still minks in the summer Ice in my grill Tattoos on my stomach Yeah, she break it down Break break it down I'm in the court Talkin' chat, choppers style Yeah that choppers style Chit chat choppers style We lived a lot Nigga we on a loud Ugh private jet Bubble legs Super famous don't need no press Imma hot boy shout out Weezy baby If your man is low Nigga, you should pay em I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Homie we talkin' a lot She be frontin' a lot Wanna pull up on the block Bitches rubbin' their twat I'm in the car with a vibe Yeah that car goes a lot Now she fuckin' a lot Yeah we fuckin' a lot Now she rubbin' my cock Yeah we hug in the block Put your face in my watch Yeah that's chrono watch All ice I got hella how's believe me Tell 'em bitches pimpin' ain't easy I'm on top with the top down One knock with the sugar and I'm sauced out I'm hot now Played with fire, I ain't never drown Ballin' out number 1 With assist now Big hits, mo' rich New car, new bitch I'm a hot boy, free B.G Free to Carter V, let your streets eat I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna

Uh-oh I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor? Straight tequila shots, so it's fuckin' up my liver Shoutout 800, that's my motherfuckin' hitter That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherfuckin' nigga Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block Fuckin' on your bitch, she was actin' like a bop That's why them busty niggas hate me, off top Fuck Clark Kent, we ain't into savin' hoes We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls With that Off-White on and some all white toes Lamborghini black, Maybach and a Rari' Westside shit, might pull up on Harley T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly House niggas, y'all ain't never outside, sorry I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't fuck rats no more, I'm at the top (top) Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (pop) Bitch, take a look at the sip and don't flock (flock) She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it Got a lil' tired, then I-, (what?), put my man on it Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it? Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun Niggas don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (ugh) Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (sweet) Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it's up (it's up) Niggas actin' tough (tough), I'ma call bluff I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ, but I had enough (nigga) And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)

Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can she can! Pop killa King Kong killa' T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila Make a bitch pop (pop) Pills 'till it's dinna' She a fucking nympho, that's why I fuck with her Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger Lay your shit out, now you're planking, you're planking I'm saying! One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name She don't give brain, that's a damn shame I don't find the shit funny like soul plane Put ice on my wrist like the shit is praying I'm just riding around getting it... two chains Last King, Y.M.C.M gang Everything dope bitch where the Novocain Bitchs saying I'm the bomb, oh man Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game! Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz Make a scene like she act Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad? I don't cuff hoes they just follow my command I'm saying One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name Lift that ass up, up And bring that ass down, down Bring that ass up, up Shake that ass to the ground One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name

Got a hundred bottles on ice I got all my bitches in the club tonight, ay Bet she leavin with me tonight if it's a 187 all my niggas gonna ride it Throw it up, and throw it up, got my whole hood with me and we trippin' We about to throw it up, throw it up, got all my bitches in the VIP, throw it up T-Raw one raw nigga, I can't fuck with no pussy ass niggas Could have been a pimp mofucking gorilla Catch ya niggas sippin' but they don't want a biscuit, ya Man you niggas hate too much if it ain't about money me don't give a fuck If it is about money I'm a need a lump some All i have is threesomes tell that bitch come get some Don't trip, pistol on the hip I'm on some g shit Don't make G drink trip I'm a air this bitch out if a nigga run his lips Nigga don't get killed up in this bitch Straight bangers, straight banging Shout out to my 50 niggas straight banging Everybody gettin' money they ain't just hanging And I'm leaving with more girls than I came with Cause I Got a hundred bottles on ice I got all my bitches in the club tonight, ay Bet she leavin with me tonight if it's a 187 all my niggas gonna ride it Throw it up, and throw it up, got my whole hood with me and we trippin' We about to throw it up, throw it up, got all my bitches in the VIP, throw it up I'm with a bad bitch switching lanes I don't even know her first name last name Raised in the era of the dope game Reebok pump pump pump a nigga breaks And my daddy had a Cadillac and now his son got a Maybach When niggas screaming where the ballers at I be like right here She gon' give me head for a LK hat, yeah So sickening I'm fully tripping I put my dick in a young vixen and dismiss them A one hitter a Ken Griffey, a Scottie Pippen and pass em off to the next victim A nigga rep Cal like Ripken believe it or not you niggas Ripley You niggas too J-Kwon Tipsy Till that cannon let loose leave you limping Motherfucker Got a hundred bottles on ice I got all my bitches in the club tonight, ay Bet she leavin with me tonight if it's a 187 all my niggas gonna ride it Throw it up, and throw it up, got my whole hood with me and we trippin' We about to throw it up, throw it up, got all my bitches in the VIP, throw it up

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