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still him - sly sterling lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, trinz)
(ayy, p)
yeah, man, i’m still in the back piece in the foreign, blud, normal
we’re still gettin’ money
right now i’m dodgin’ hoes at an all time high, i ain’t gonna lie, my guy

[chorus]
i’m still him
and i ain’t new to getting money, i’m still him
my old hoes still preeing, i’m still him
i was doing foreigns back then, i’m still him
and i ain’t rubbing out like ****, i’m still him
and i ain’t new to getting money, i’m still him
my old hoes still preeing, i’m still him
i was doing foreigns back then, i’m still him

[verse 1]
it’s a thou’ when i step and i still run from feds
slim fit denim but my pockets dench
you see vvs every time i take a breath
i know my opps still preeing, i know dem boy vexed
rollie for my missus, cartier for my еx
right now, i’m dodging hoes and just running up a cheque
i put stеrling on the end, blud, i run through bread
i don’t know about ot, i just f*ck it up on ends
my n*gga b was rocking two chains before 2 chainz
can’t forget them cold nights on ducane
my n*gga lz will let it rise like a souffle
probably pull up, more t**th than toothpaste
we stopped rock with ****, he’s two*faced
let them both suck at the same time, got two brains
i’ve probably been through more head than a toupee
in a big body range, swerving, taking two lanes
[chorus]
i’m still him
and i ain’t new to getting money, i’m still him
my old hoes still preeing, i’m still him
i was doing foreigns back then, i’m still him
and i ain’t rubbing out like ****, i’m still him
and i ain’t new to getting money, i’m still him
my old hoes still preeing, i’m still him
i was doing foreigns back then, i’m still him

[verse 2]
i’m old*school money like paper notes
big stacks stretch rubber bands, darg, no paper fold
i’ve been through more birds than a flock of turacos
my n*gga been through more snow than an eskimo
still get calls from sales i was hitting fifteen years ago
talking tops and bottoms, that ain’t trousers and coats
you ain’t coming cash, why you complaining ’bout the quote?
woulda been a millionaire if i learned about roads
i know man that can’t cook rice but they can cook it on the stove
if you cook it in a kettle, it feels different on the stove
i came home to a casio, i turned my sh*t rose
i came home broke, and blud, i run through dough
my girl’s the type of pretty where i stay curving hoes
and don’t get it twisted, bro, i’ll get a boy blown
sh*t, pause, blud*blud
we had a four*four locked up before chi saw the door
[chorus]
i’m still him
and i ain’t new to getting money, i’m still him
my old hoes still preeing, i’m still him
i was doing foreigns back then, i’m still him
and i ain’t rubbing out like ****, i’m still him
and i ain’t new to getting money, i’m still him
my old hoes still preeing, i’m still him
i was doing foreigns back then, i’m still him

- sly sterling lyrics

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