| I gotta ask her «what do you mean?»
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| Every time she text me rubbish
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| Maybe it’s just what I’ve seen
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| Tryna show her I ain’t savage
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| My brother said he’s on his deen
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| But he’s back in for a madness
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| Respect and honour number 3
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| Don’t you ever take advantage
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| Yxng Bane
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| Suffer from heart ache
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| Don’t let my heart break
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| That pussy too great
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| I eat it like steak
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| And niggas two-faced
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| Won’t chat to your face
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| Fuck face
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| I bust a gold face
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| Put cool in kool-aid
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| My mother’s bills paid
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| My mouth is flooded, all this water like a flood gate
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| I go places they can’t believe, because of my race
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| Don’t even like us, why the fuck you think that I’ve changed
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| Come on relax, make sure you’re cummin' when youre coming on my backseat
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| Now everything fancy, I didn’t always want to rap, this shit was plan B
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| Niggas lookin' sum' like me, and they don’t even want to say it, why you nab me
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| Wouldn’t even look pon me, now she know me since she wanna make a porn-y
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| Yxng Bane
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| I gotta ask her «what do you mean?»
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| Every time she text me rubbish
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| Maybe it’s just what I’ve seen
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| Tryna show her I ain’t savage
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| My brother said he’s on his deen
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| But he’s back in for a madness
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| Respect and honour number 3
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| Don’t you ever take advantage
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| G FrSH
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| Look g, blah blah
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| This could only go so far
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| Now I’m sittin on my sofa
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| In tears
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| You probably don’t know its been years
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| Time’s flown but we’re still here
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| I’ve grown, you haven’t
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| Different suit, same pattern
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| Cause you wouldn’t know a diamond if it ain’t Hatton
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| What’s crackin?
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| Distracted by my nigga WhatsAppin'
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| He’s got two tings in a G Wagon, pulling up
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| Right now, cause we happen
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| To be some of the realest niggas that ever did it
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| Been Harry Potter’s for the quidditch
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| Groves to grove business
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| Man risk life to live it, you know what I’m sayin?
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| It’s still only baddies and Plain Janes
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| High any swag, she want molly and cocaine
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| Five more bottles of DP Rose
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| When they come, act like we ain’t phased, cause
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| I dont even talk too much, my stack does
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| I mean, its well known I mash, cuz
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| Yeah, I, get it in here like dandruff
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| Then go shelf the OG’s like gangstas
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| I blow, new money for banter
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| You Cinderella niggas lookin' like bank but bankrupt
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| It’s a shame
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| That’s why she love when I grab up on her waist
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| She says she feel safe, cause she knows whats in my safe, fuck
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| I read and ain’t replied yet
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| Always gettin lost in the sauce and digress
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| I didn’t have the stomach to digest the pain
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| I’m lookin at her text like, uh, stress again
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| Cause, I can’t be a quarantine, nah she’s more like a quaranting
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| I dodge these sentence that these commas bring
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| Got a ting on another line
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| All my exes keep hollering
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| But you ain’t (?)
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| Your future ain’t promisin, nah
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| Yxng Bane
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| I gotta ask her «what do you mean?»
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| Every time she text me rubbish
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| Maybe it’s just what I’ve seen
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| Tryna show her I ain’t savage
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| My brother said he’s on his deen
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| But he’s back in for a madness
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| Respect and honour number 3
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| Don’t you ever take advantage |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rubbish, artist - Yxng Bane. Album song Quarantime: The Lost Files, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп