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rubbin off the paint (lil woodryc remix) - ybn nahmir lyrics

[intro]
that’s what i thought you said
now let me offer this as a reb*ttal
ayy, ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

[verse]
they say, “lil’ nahmir, where you been at?” i’m just passin’ a breeze
i been runnin’ up a check, that’s why these b*tches on me
i been coolin’, layin’ low, but i’m not takin’ a seat (izak made this one)
but just know a n*gga back and this time i won’t leave
i been runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, gotta check me a bag
i got hunnids on my neck and i got trues on my ass
n*ggas said i’m goin’ broke, well, i just take it and laugh
i be speedin’ in that foreign with five*o on my ass
but i’m that n*gga, i won’t ever change, rubbin’ off the paint
smokin’ dank, got a uzi in my lap, i let it bang
free lil tay, know he keep a ‘k, but he not tay*k i up the chop and let it blow him, watch this b*tch heat his face, i’m that n*gga
and all my young n*ggas pullin’ triggers, we gorillas
we let this b*tch off until you feel us, for you n*ggas
that’s always on ig with them yiggies, takin’ pictures is you really gon’ use ’em or you just loafin’ for them b*tches?
you n*ggas really hoes and you be actin’ like these b*tches
you n*ggas say y’all silent, but y’all probably in there snitchin’
most the n*ggas that’s around me throwin’ c’s like they crippin’ but they do it for the twins, free lil corey and lil christian
but i’m rockin’ with my shooters and that’s mandatory
one up top like i’m mozzy, b*tch, i keep a .40
you say i’m lackin’, n*gga, try me, shoot you and your shorty
i’m cookin up in the lab like i’m rick and morty
(verse 2)
streets off the land smoking propane (ay) walked up on this b*tch (b*tch) catching heat on the beat b*tch got a clip hanging from your m*th* f*cking nose if you keep running your mouth i don’t f*ck with fakers (nah) l on my jersey like lakers balling on shorties like lebron james (ay) ghetto in this b*tch me and n*ggas will give static to anyone that wants it you don’t want this (no) keeping running your mouth you gonna get it (get it bih) rip if you try me day one i was rubbing off that paint glacier on my wrist looks like a chandelier and sh*t jealous ass n*ggas are mad i’m coming up in this b*tch save your envy got the smoke like marijuana (yuh)

hit a opp up, dreads sw*ngin’ just like i’m a rasta
smokin’ ganja and i’m zooted, walkin’ in my pradas
any n*gga test my gangsta, n*gga, i’ma pop ’em
and we ain’t throwin’ hands with you f*ck n*ggas
it’s one up top up in that chamber, better duck, n*gga
n*ggas dissin’ on lil valley, he get slumped, n*gga
we shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk n*gga
i’m one*hundo, b*tch, that’s on my life, i will never fold
a n*gga speakin on lil quay, well then, that n*gga gotta go
i’m really small, but i can fight, but i’ma still up that pole
for you n*ggas think i’m p*ssy, you gon’ have to show me, ho
police always at my f*ckin’ crib, i don’t tell ’em sh*t
i’m really rapping ’bout this f*ckin life that i f*ckin’ live
but i be coolin’, tryna focus on them f*ckin’ dividends
but if it’s money near your head, well, i’ma f*ckin get it, man

[outro]
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

- ybn nahmir lyrics

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