Lyrical Breakdown of Same Bitches (feat. G-Eazy & YG) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Post Malone feat. G-Eazy & YG weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Same Bitches (feat. G-Eazy & YG)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I been in L.A. too long
How I see the same bitches everywhere I go?
It don't really matter where they from
Actin' or a model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah
I hit your DM, baby
Took the screenshot, yeah, you tried to play me
I bet this shit was good for your reputation
I just let it go, so I could see you naked
Holy moly, look at what you rolled in
Million followers, but your bumpers broken
What's your focus? Tell me what your goal is
I know you only like me
'Cause I just spent a hundred bands in one night
Spent a hundred bands in one night
I know you wanna live this life
But I can't make a hoe a housewife, ohh, no
What's your name? Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me? Is he rich like me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I been in L.A. too long
How I see the same bitches everywhere I go?
It don't really matter where they from
Actin' or a model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Uh, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Gerald) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everywhere I go I see the same hoe
Always post selfies on the 'Gram from a angle
A Catfish, Hollywood devil, not a angel
Her bag is Chanel, but she drive a Durango
Yeah, and I'm gettin' to the queso
Woke and I'm hip to the game, so I'm thankful
OGs put me on tours, so I'm laced, bro
Real recognizin' that you don't speak the lingo
Clothes all new, not a wrinkle
Givin' you the game, gettin' sprinkled
Bottles on deck, and my drink full
I turn to a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a pitbull
This life did it to me, I can't switch back
If I take her then you'll never get your bitch back
Yeah, the beat knockin', yeah, this shit clap
Welcome to the west, it's where people gettin' rich at, ayy
I been in L.A. too long (G)
How I see the same bitches everywhere I go?
(It's Eazy, you know?)
It don't really matter where they from (yee, yee, yee)
Actin' or a model, heard it all before (ayy)
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(West side nigga) How? Yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Yo lemme talk myself all up) Yeah, yeah, yeah
I been in L.A. too long
Me and my bros hit the same hoes
L.A., Hollywood, that's some Valley hoes
Do I know how to fuck? They all know
Yeah, yeah, fuck it, go down baby, you ratchet
I'm with the program, baby (yeah)
Word in the streets, you with the whole town, baby
I'm tryna do it for the brother like Motown, baby
(For the record)
She fucked the L.A. Laker for the record
She fucked a Dodger baseball player for the record
She fucked the head of my record label (ooh)
How you think she been so stable?
Ah, damn, ah, damn, but she down to fuck
Designer everythin', Benz Truck
Pullin' up wit yo friend, tell me who she is
Oh, never mind, my friend fucked
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Oh never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(Haha, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitches?
(How I see the same bitches?) Yeah, yeah, yeah