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young rebillionaire - asphalt lyrics

spend a couple milli’ on a crib for my grandma
all of this one+sided beef people drag on
getting on my nerves they drag my name through the asphalt
gave my b+tch a band and she went and got her ass bought
know we ’boutta fight when i take my gucci bag off
fly so many countries need like 20 different passport
buy another foreign, i don’t like no other transport
b+tch think i’m future, she keep tryna take my mask off

taking off my bag we ’boutta fight
never go to sleep, i’m making music day and night
leave my mask on, i see somebody i don’t like
my weed hittin’ so hard that people asking if its spiked
both my b+tches kissing, they be looking like some dyk+s
one be kissin’ on my neck, the other ride me like a bike
shawty think i’m bricked, that ain’t my d+ck yeah that’s my pipe
he broke but wear designer ’cause he care about the hype

stop asking questions, boy you moving like a fed
he calling the police like that’s gon’ help him in the end
you ain’t competition, bro you don’t even contend
you ain’t on my level so don’t even try pretend
hickeys down my body, she don’t only kiss my neck
he be buying fake clothes to try and fit in with the trends
they want me to say sorry to the people i offend
but i don’t give a f+ck, i always stand by what i said
spend a couple milli’ on a crib for my grandma
all of this one+sided beef people drag on
getting on my nerves they drag my name through the asphalt
gave my b+tch a band and she went and got her ass bought
know we ’boutta fight when i take my gucci bag off
fly so many countries need like 20 different passport
buy another foreign, i don’t like no other transport
b+tch think i’m future, she keep tryna take my mask off

he wanna call the feds? i’ll make him call the paramedics
we don’t tolerate no snitches, that sh+t run in my genetics
ask my brother, ask my papa, none of them are gon’ f+ck wit it
he act like when i confronted him he weren’t apologetic
i ain’t gonna wife a b+tch if she don’t match my aesthetic
injecting in my arm they think that i’m a diabetic
if you get on stage then sing, don’t be doing no poetics
i might walk out of my show if my crowd ain’t energetic
stole your b+tch in like a day, i ain’t even have to try
don’t be texting tough when you too scared to go outside
he be messaging my brother, saying that he wanna fight
come and say it to my face, come and look me in my eyes

you won’t
make your b+tch deepthroat
i’m in a phantom, not no ghost
don’t f+ck with me, man i’m the goat

- young rebillionaire lyrics

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