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Ludacris, Diddy, Future, Future featuring Diddy & Ludacris - Same Damn Time (Remix)

Same Damn Time
Ludacris, Diddy, Future, Future featuring Diddy & Ludacris
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[Hook:]
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time.
On the phone, cooking dope at the same damn time.
Selling white, selling mid at the same damn time.
Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time.
At the same damn time, at the same damn time.
At the same damn time, at the same damn time.
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars at the same damn time,
On the sofa, popping bottles at the same damn time. Aye!

[Verse 1:]
Gucci made in Italy, Bally belt. I'm killing shit,
The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo, the word got out I'm dealing it.
I fuck her, she an immigrant, don't touch her, she ain't got benefits.
Bussing down them benjamins, fuck it up on Louie kicks,
That's the way I'm kicking it, Ferragamo cover me,
Puerto Rican, Japanese, we laid up at a Double Tree.
Yellow ice a bumble bee, pinky ring a quarter key,
iPhone a Metro twerking off the whole thing,
My earring a jelly bean, gangster lean and Irene,
Red eyes, no visine, I'm loc'd out on the drink.
Horse shoes on my jeans, Robin jeans with the wings,
Yellow bone on my team, trafficking them yameans.
Space boots with the spikes, go to AZ on the flight,
Mail a hundred overnight, yea, yea, yea, yea!

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm in Phipps with the set going crazy,
Got some diamonds round my neck, no fugazi.
Bad bitches in the suite tryna to bait me,
Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me,
Working with a unit, tryna stretch it to another one.
Drinking on that active, then it tasting like some bubble gum,
Thumbing through the check, boarding on a jet,
Talking on the iPhone, sipping out the styrofoam,
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown,
BBS and white stones, BBS and white stones,
I'm rolling like a rolling stone.
Free Bandz, I'm Al Capone,
And my cash way long,
I see a bunch of clones.

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Give me apartment and some water and I can swim,
Got that Gambino jumping out the gym,
My young nigga serving J's outside Crim.
Jumping cross me, you know your chances slim,
In my Aviator Gucci like I'm driving planes,
When the cash hit cash money, smell like cocaine.
Doing Birdman numbers making flips like Jackie Chan,
Walk inside the jeweler jumping bail on your ring,
Spent so much on Louie, gave me free champagne.
In Bal Harbor shopping and they doing the same thing
And I keep my cup with me like a pimp.
I take a Magic Don Juan Jacob glimpse,
Spike Lee need to get this shit on film.

[Hook]

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