Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RNP, artist - YBN Cordae. Album song The Lost Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Art@War, Atlantic
Song language: English
RNP |
| One of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me |
| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet |
| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat |
| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |
| Ooh, not one of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me |
| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet |
| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat |
| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |
| Uh, okay, put your fucking hands up, this the fucking anthem |
| Smiling 'cause I’m young, rich, black, and I’m handsome |
| Not to mention wealthy, ass on her healthy |
| Young millionaire, what the fuck can you tell me? |
| Smell me? |
| Nigga, that’s Chanel cologne |
| I’m in Europe with the tourists with no cellular phone |
| Like ooh, sound like rich nigga problems |
| I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms |
| And the randomness of risky ménages |
| Like get the head right, she can get what she wanted |
| The spits, then flaunt it, my drip like a faucet |
| She told me she was prego, I ain’t even take the motherfuckin' dick out my |
| pocket, yeah |
| The opposite |
| She want me to fly her, so I copped a jet |
| Must be thinkin' I’m a one way ticket on a runway |
| Drippin' in my feng shui, sippin' on a sundae |
| One of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me |
| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet |
| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat |
| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |
| Ooh, not one of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me |
| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet |
| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat |
| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |
| I bought a Moncler coat for the times we were broke |
| I’ma wear it in the summer on LeBron James boat |
| Front row? |
| Duh, bro, we don’t sit on nosebleeds |
| Ain’t your pockets obese? |
| They won’t fit in those seats |
| Ayy, we like a cold team, nigga, Shaq and Kobe |
| Like back in '03, I was only like 6 |
| Shit, I was like 16, but I can give a sixteen |
| I can make a bitch scream, |
| that’s a bit extreme |
| I got a thick bald bitch, I call her Ms. Clean |
| My drip frosty like Halls and Listerine |
| We all all-stars, you hardly sixth string |
| Yeah, I had to ball hard to harvest these dreams |
| Swear to God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein |
| The coupe was lime green, my wrist was blinding |
| We party in South Beach, Ferraris and blue cheese |
| Fuck does that even mean? |
| Nigga, just let the hook sing |
| One of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me |
| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet |
| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat |
| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |
| Ooh, not one of y’all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me |
| I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet |
| I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat |
| And all y’all ain’t got nothin' on me |