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yrb supreme - rubble lyrics

[chorus]
drip when i walk, lil b-tch i leave a puddle
i just wanna f-ck, lil b-tch don’t wanna cuddle
smokin so much gas, i’m in sp-ce like the hubble
compared to my crib, yo crib look like some rubble
f-ck her and her friend, ya i am only hittin doubles
yes i’m rich so im in my own bubble

[verse 1]
if you not in that bubble don’t hit me up
text your lil mamma told her pull up and f-ck
if she make me nut i might buy her some grub
it’s 4 am, and i’m still in the club
2020 my year, yes i will catch some dubs
won’t buy her chanel, but she might get some uggs

[verse 2]
runnin thru the city
ya i’m runnin from the opps
f-cking on your b-tch
and i’m shootin at some cops
xans in my pocket
got percs in my socks
my pockets deep
like i’m moving crack rocks
my pockets deep
like i’m moving them bricks
gon f-ck on yo b-tch
totin guns like they sticks
i got that designer
my shoes they are ricks
i text ya hoe
ya she wantin the d-ck
i text ya hoe
she say she down to cheat
i’m finna pull up
deliver this meat
you try to stop me
then you gettin beat
you try to stop me
you catchin this heat
drive a ferrari
ya it’s a 2 seat
she say she hungry
my meat she gon eat
she say she hungry
got filet mignon
ya i got bars
like i’m dc the don
ya i would teach you
but i don’t work for kahn
u ask for your friend
but your homie gone
i’m ecuadorian
i won’t mow ur lawn
u think you are cool
lil homie ur drawn

- yrb supreme lyrics

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