| One of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
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| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
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| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Ooh, not one of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
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| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
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| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Uh, okay, put your fucking hands up, this the fucking anthem
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| Smiling 'cause I’m young, rich, black, and I’m handsome
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| Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy
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| Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me?
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| Smell me?
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| Nigga, that’s Chanel cologne
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| I’m in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone
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| Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems
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| I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms
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| And the randomness of risky ménages
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| Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted
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| The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet
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| She told me she was prego, I ain’t even take the motherfuckin' dick out my
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| pocket, yeah
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| The opposite
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| She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet
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| Must be thinkin' I’m a one way ticket on a runway
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| Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae
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| One of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
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| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
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| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Ooh, not one of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
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| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
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| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me
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| I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke
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| I’ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat
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| Front row? |
| Duh, bro, we don’t sit on nosebleeds
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| Ain’t your pockets obese? |
| They won’t fit in those seats
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| Ayy, we like a cold team, nigga, Shaq and Kobe
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| Like back in '03, I was only like 6
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| Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen
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| I can make a bitch scream,
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| that’s a bit extreme
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| I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean
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| My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine
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| We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string
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| Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams
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| Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein
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| The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding
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| We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese
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| Fuck does that even mean?
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| Nigga, just let the hook sing
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| One of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
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| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
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| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Ooh, not one of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
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| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
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| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
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| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RNP , by - YBN Cordae. Song from the album The Lost Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп