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Rubbin' Off The Paint (YBN Nahmir Remix) Lyrics - Artist : DDG
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal Ayy, yuh, ayy, okay Okay, yuh I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks Do a show, gimme cash, I ain't payin' no tax I copped the racks for the day and I counted up ten Put them racks real estate, multiply it by ten Niggas subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged Why you worried about me, go and get you a bag These niggas broke, no money, miss meals, they weak Forty hours at yo job wouldn't equal my feet, bitch But I'm that nigga, shoutout YBN, young nigga flexin' Transfer two hunnid bands from my savings to my checking Big money, I been livin' great, Bora Bora with' it I know these pussy niggas fans of me, go ahead, admit it [?] bands in my sleep, work when it's sunny I done blew up off the 'Tube young nigga funny Now it's music, my niggas movin' pack like some units It's confusin', I do not know which bank I be usin' Too much money, these niggas broke, dusty, and bummy So I be snatchin' on they bitches then I chew 'em like gummies It's DDG, get familiar, I be purposely flexin' And when yo bitch on her phone, I'm the one she be textin' Watch yo step, these red bottoms cost me a future Don't touch my wrist, this AP froze like a cooler These niggas hoes, they only tough over computers That goofy act like he own but he really a loser Why I always wear this chain? 'Cause it cost me a fortune Why yo bitch freakin' on me? 'Cause I'm fuckin' important She see the ice on my neck, see the splash on my wrist Sloppy toppy, take her home, then you give her a kiss Niggas hatin' in my comments but I keep gettin' riches The only niggas that'll hate got no profile picture 'Cause you a lame, you a fuckin' stain', you should be ashamed You be cappin' like you shootin', you ain't even got no aim I ain't really with the beefin' 'less I'm gettin' a check Cashed out, put 25K on my neck Yo bitch told me told me, "Come over," told her, "Gimme a sec," Speedin' in the i8, almost got in a wreck Skrt, skrt! Ring, ring- "Be here by eleven," I told her, "Why you rushin' me? I'll be there in a second." I walked in, she butt naked, then I fucked her to seven I asked her why she keep cheatin'- "'Cause my ex is a peasant." I got a lot of blue money, new money is racks Do a show, gimme cash, I ain't payin' no tax I copped the racks for the day and I counted up ten Put them racks real estate, multiply it by ten Niggas subtweet me, I'ont never get tagged Why you worried about me, go and get you a bag These niggas broke, no money, miss meals, they weak Forty hours at yo job wouldn't equal my feet, bitch |
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