The Game - Same Hoes (Sam Californie) lyrics

[The Game - Same Hoes Sam Californie lyrics]

In the club with your main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin' like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, woah, oh
I see the same hoes, yeah, yeah
I see the same hoes, woah, oh
I see the same hoes, yeah, yeah

Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentley's
Got my witness, got her digit's
While I'm whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with
Them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass Concord's
Tryna smoke my weed like
A motherfuckin' lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake
Next minute she with Meek
Heard she fucked with Kendrick
And my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet
Get it cracking every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet
To the motherfuckin' D word the D y'all
Word to the motherfuckin' D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)

In the club with your main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin' like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, woah, oh
I see the same hoes, yeah, yeah
I see the same hoes, woah, oh
I see the same hoes, yeah, yeah

Yeah, I would never fuck
You 'cause you broke
And you can never fuck 'cause you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I'm like so
We runnin' laps in these streets
Bitch I know we out here buyin' Benz's
Out here buyin' Rollies
That pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sodi
My nigga Chuck told me, my nigga Ty told me
Had yo ass on Adams fuckin'
All of his homies
Took her down to 'Shaw then
Got ran my brodies
It's a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I solely swear to never love a bitch
Fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit
Fuck is this? 2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here suckin' dick
Got 'eem sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin' split
Pulled up on some fuckin' crips
Some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase loot, not my balls and dick
She eatin' good with you nigga
She'll starve with Nip, aye!

In the club with your main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin' like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, woah, oh
I see the same hoes, yeah, yeah
I see the same hoes, woah, oh
I see the same hoes, yeah, yeah

Hussle dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh, na na na na na yeah, yeah

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