| That’s what I thought you said
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| Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
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| Ayy, ayy, gang, gang
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
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| They say, «Lil Nahmir where you been at?» |
| I’m just passin' a breeze
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| I been runnin' up a check, that’s why these bitches on me
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| I been coolin', layin' low, but I’m not takin' a seat
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| But just know a nigga back and this time I won’t leave
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| I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag
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| I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass
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| Niggas said I’m goin' broke, well I just take it and laugh
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| I be speedin' in that foreign with Five-O on my ass
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| But I’m that nigga, I won’t ever change, rubbin' off the paint
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| Smokin' dank, got a Uzi in my lap, I let it bang
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| Free Lil Tay, know he keep a 'K, but he not Tay-K
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| I up the chop and let it blow him, watch this bitch heat his face,
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| I’m that nigga
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| And all my young niggas pullin' triggers, we gorillas
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| We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you niggas
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| That’s always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures
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| Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches?
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| You niggas really hoes and you be acting like these bitches
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| You niggas say y’all silent but y’all probably in there snitchin'
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| Most the niggas that’s around me throwin C’s like they crippin'
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| But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian
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| But I’m rockin' with my shooters and that’s mandatory
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| One up top like I’m Mozzy, bitch I keep a 40
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| You say I’m lackin', nigga try me, shoot you and yo' shawty
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| I’m cookin up in the lab like I’m Rick and Morty
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| 40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
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| Hit a opp up, dreads swangin' just like I’m a Rasta
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| Smokin' ganja and I’m zooted, walkin' in my Pradas
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| Any nigga test my gangsta nigga, I’ma pop 'em
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| And we ain’t throwin' hands with you fuck niggas
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| It’s one up top up in that chamber, better duck nigga
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| Niggas dissin' on Lil Valley, he get slumped nigga
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| We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk nigga
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| I’m one-hundo, bitch that’s on my life, I will never fold
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| A nigga speakin on Lil Quay, well then that nigga gotta go
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| I’m really small but I can fight but I’ma still up that pole
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| For you niggas think I’m pussy, you gon' have to show me, ho
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| Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don’t tell 'em shit
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| I’m really rapping 'bout this fuckin life, that I fuckin' live
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| But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends
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| But if it’s money near yo' head, well I’ma fuckin get it, man
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| Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
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| Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
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| Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
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| Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rubbin off the Paint , by - YBN Nahmir. Song from the album YBN: The Mixtape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп