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letra de rubbin' off the paint (remix) - hunter baker

[intro]
that’s what i thought you said
now let me offer this as a reb-ttal
aye, rang, rang
aye, aye, aye, rang, rang
aye, aye, aye, bae came
aye, pickin’ up bae, we gon’ go onto a vacay

[verse 1]
say yung 4-9 where you been at? boy, i been gettin’ bread
boy, i been gettin’ head and know that i been that ahead
boy, i got all the clout, i got german pack on my back
got louis v. on my belt loop while i be stackin’ my racks
and hennessy across my chest while i go run up a sack
jolly ranchers in my cup while i be shootin’ them cr-ps
while i’m at the twin dragon with the chick with the -ss
if you pull up on me there, you gonna feed all the gr-ss
’cause i’m dat cracker, i won’t ever change, sellin’ every strain
i got brains, i don’t got no change, all my money banked
i got bands, i don’t hold no hands, but i will throw hands
i will throw my bands at lawyers for my homies on the stands
and i’m getting kinda c-cky so it’s fair for the admittance
broke my fingers scr-ping’ bowls while your b-tch–ss had on some mittens
you ain’t sh-t, but i was sh-t, and now i’m the sh-t
you need money i don’t need it
so drop your paypal, and i’ll pay for your fees b-tch
look at my jeans, you ain’t ever had these b-tch
look at my whip, wonder how i got keys b-tch
look at my neck, wetter than seven seas b-tch
i’m the cleanest
b-tches always talkin’, wanna red bull smoothie
wanna sell at the movies, say they wanna get to movin’
say they wanna get to shooting, but don’t wanna break a nail
girl, i’m on the paper trail so you can join or you can bail, huh?
blowin’ dank, smokin’ stank, yes i’m with the sh-ts
know i’m down to hit a lick and know i’m down to flip a brick
and know i’m down to k!ll a snitch and know i’m checkin’ out his girl too
sorry that i put him in the grave, he don’t deserve you
no, he don’t deserve you, but i could surely serve you
anything you need, love, d-ck, or a bird too
but now i’m off of you cause i got bigger fish to fry
i got better pot to smoke and i got bigger sh-t to buy
at yo’ man, get ran up on if you running your mouth
instead of runnin’ up on someone who be sellin’ you out
you a sus–ss boy, with your foot in your mouth
f-cking say what you mean and then show me what you about
cause issa thot, on my block, i pull up and i milly rock
wit my glock, in my balmain sitting right next to my c-ck
i got white, like the sox, i got a .40 like the glock
in the pocket of the shooter on the block who k!lled 2pac
and i don’t gotta c-ck a rocket out the window of the drop
i don’t gotta cop a locket for my girl to gimme top
i don’t gotta shop a lot to show y’all that i got a lot
all i do is call the shots until yo’ homies all get popped, (pow!)

[outro]
4-9 where you been at? boy, i been gettin’ bread
boy, i been gettin’ head and know that i been that ahead
boy, i got all the clout, i got german pack on my back
got louis v. on my belt loop while i be stackin’ my racks
gang, b-tch!
but for real man, aye, shoutout brendan, shoutout joey, shoutout stephen and kristofer, shoutout my mama, and shoutout my mixtape droppin’ next year, b-tch, skrrrrrt!

- hunter baker

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