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Same Side - Lil Durk (Ft. Rob49)
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Same Side Lil Durk (Ft. Rob49)

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Same Side - Lil Durk (Ft. Rob49)
[Intro: Lil Durk & Rob49]
(They know what the fuck goin' on, nigga) Yeah
Yeah (Two street niggas link up, nigga) Yeah, yeah
Yeah (On foenem grave) Yeah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) Go, go, go

[Verse 1: Rob49 & Lil Durk]
Yeah, I feel just trappin', nigga
Money long, buyin' hoes everythin' they want 'cause my bag different
Real trench nigga, all I hang around murderers and dope dealers (Yeah)
Real deal P pusher (Yeah)
Real bad ho fucker (Yeah)
Real deal wife takеr (Go, go)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Yo' homie died, you jumped in front of that firе, think you a life saver (Grrah)
And I fell out with my bitch, thought she was cheatin', but it was a vibrator (Go, go, go)
Y'all laughed when bro died, when yo' bro died, turned to a cry baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jumped out on both sides with a four-five, that boy can't hide, can he? (Gang, come here, man, what?)
Had a kid with a eater bitch, I tried to trick her, said I can't have babies (Let's get it)
Even though you on papers, gotta keep a gun, brodie, don't drive crazy (Let's get it)
I just beat the same gun case with the same lawyer that Nine gave me (Let's get it)
I ain't givin' no guns up, I got the same gun that Slime gave me (Go, go)

[Verse 3: Rob49]
Yeah, touch this chain, this nigga dead, I dropped that bag, it's on his head
Switched on me a few times, I can't let 'em get that chance again
I was dead broke, they was poppin' shit, them niggas laughed at us
I feel like I'm still gon' get that karma for what my brother did
Check her off the list, I put in work, now my bag secured
Get her nails and hair done 'cause I'm rich, I ain't trippin' on it
Changed my mindset and I went bossed up by myself
Look in my eyes and see a hustler, I sell 'em how they come
Yeah, keep hearin' all the rumors, they want me dead and I don't know
I believe 'em, but then I don't, shit, they did shoot at my car
I keep tellin' myself if I find out who really did it, then niggas chalk
I see everythin' they say, but I can't do no back and forth
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