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Lyrics Ybn Nahmir – Rubbin off the paint

They say Lil Nahmir where you been at? Im 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
But just know a nigga 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 a*s
Niggas said I’m goin broke well I just take it and laugh
I be speedin in that foreign with Five-O on my a*s
But I’m that nigga 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 KAY, but he not Tay-K
I up the chop and let it blow him, watch this b*tch heat his face
I’m that nigga versuri-lyrics.info
And all my young niggas pullin triggas, we gorillas
We let this b*tch off until you feel us
For you niggas, that’s always on IG with them yicki’s takin pictures
Is you really gon use em or you just loafin for them b*tches?
You niggas really h**s and you be acting like these b*tches
You niggas say y’all silent but y’all probably in there snitchin
Most the niggas 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 thats mandatory
One up top like I’m Mozzy b*tch I keep a 40
You say I’m lackin, nigga try me shoot you and yo shorty
I’m cookin up in the lab like I’m Rick and Morty
40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
Hit a opp up, dreads swangin just like I’m a rasta
Smokin ganja and I’m zooted walkin in my pradas
Any nigga test my gangster nigga I’ma pop em
And we ain’t throwin hands with you f*ck niggas
It’s one up top up in that chamber better duck nigga
Niggas dissin on Lil Valley he get slumped nigga
We shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk nigga
I’m one-hundo b*tch that’s on my life, I will never fold
A nigga speakin on Lil Quay, well den dat nigga gotta go
I’m really small but I can fight but I’ma still up that pole
For you niggas think I’m p***y you gon have to show me hoe
Police always at my f*ckin crib, I don’t tell em s**t
I’m really rappin bout this f*ckin life, that I f*ckin live
But I be coolin, tryna focus on them f*ckin dividens
But if its money on yo head, well I’ma f*ckin get it mannn.(rubbin off the paint)
Ybn Nahmir lyrics
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Charly Black taps “Despacito” singer Luis Fonsi for the remix of his dancehall mega hit “Gyal Yuh A Party Animal.”

The Trelawny deejay made the right move given the current success of the single in the Latin market particularly Central America. “Party Animal” is one of the biggest dancehall hits of the last decade done by a Jamaican artist. The single has been certified diamond with over 10 million copies sold worldwide. Puerto Rican singer Luis Fonsi mega blockbuster single “Despacito” featuring Daddy Yankee is one of the biggest songs on the planet this year. The single spent 16 consecutive weeks at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart is currently sitting at number three on the chart.

Charly Black and Justin Bieber are featured on the remix for “Despacito” and that helped propelled the original version of the song’s commercial success. Fonsi now returns the favor and delivered a verse for Blacks’ “Gyal Yuh A Party Animal.” Charly Black’s manager, Julian Jones-Griffiths, says that the remix was the idea of bigger heads at Republic.

“They are looking at this as the follow-up to Despacito,” Jones-Griffiths said. “They’re aiming high for it. Even though it’s done well mainstream, they still believe they can fulfil real potential. Party Animal never really connected in the US, but they always believed in it, and refused to give up on it. They are convinced that it’s a hit record, so they’re using Luis Fonsi’s momentum from Despacito and giving it the push. Me and Charly had a meeting with the head of Republic about a remix. Charlie Walk, one of the top executives at Republic, he was very excited, and put a lot of energy into making this remix happen.”

Luis Fonsi sings his verse on “Party Animal” in a mixture of English and Spanish to keep the latin element flowing. There are no word yet if a music video for the remix will be done. The song already topped 1.4 million views in just four days on YouTube.

What is this I feel
A feeling oh so real
A feeling I yearn to feel
A day without you is like
A day without the night skies
Just doesn’t feel right
Cupid is my witness
I’m falling like nobody’s business
Want me then come get it
I didn’t know but now I get it
I’m falling for you
I’m falling for you
Feelings through the ceiling
I’m blushing I’m smiling I’m litted
I can’t hide these feelings
You the one I’m digging
I’m falling for you
I’m falling for you
Ow
This just the beginning
Top of the inning
I’m in it to win it
Looking back like yea we did it
I’m falling for you
I hope I’m falling with you
Ow
I have every right to fall in love with you
First time in my life I fell for something true
You are now my halo halo
You are now my halo halo
You are now my halo halo
You are now my halo halo
Cupid is my witness
I’m falling like nobody’s business
Want me then come get it
I didn’t know but now I get it
I’m falling for you
I’m falling for you
Feelings through the ceiling
I’m blushing I’m smiling I’m litted
I can’t hide these feelings
You the one I’m digging
I’m falling for you
I’m falling for you
Ow
This just the beginning
Top of the inning
I’m in it to win it
Looking back like yea we did it
I’m falling for you
I hope I’m falling with you
Ow

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Spent a real big sack and it’s still on the receipt in the register
I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh
Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her
Shit we just committed I ain’t telling her
Jury say I’m guilty, tryna stick me in the box
Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top
My young niggas fighting for their life, I gotta break them out
Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out
Slide down, we ain’t dining in, we got to take them out
Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out
Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now
Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out
I’m addicted to money and fancy cars
You ain’t Glory Boy you ain’t Savage Squad
You know you can’t be out after dark
Let the tech and mac off, that’s a damn menage
My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj
Went through her phone all I see is my collage
I’m 61st and foreigns all up in my garages
They be hating on me trying to sabotage

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head
Damn, the next day they found your ass dead
All face shots man we don’t shoot at legs
Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds
I let them play with big guns like them ARs
You ain’t Glory Boy, you ain’t Savage Squad
You ain’t from the streets, you ain’t with the mob
Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged
Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard
With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards
Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge
And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 1]
I’ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin’ casualties
Hit LA, ’cause in Chiraq, it be hot as grease
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I’m a fuckin’ beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee
Takin’ trips, and I’m gonna see what you’ll never see
Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be
Ain’t no success with Plan A, then it’s Plan B
Ain’t no maybe with this gang shit, it’s a guarantee
Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene
All I need is the biggest firm to defend me
Couldn’t box no fucks to give, so I left it empty

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 2]
Nigga you a dork, and I’m very important
Goin’ Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don’t mean abort
Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that’s what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I’m a dog what’s the pack code
Get my feet down, it’s so comfy
Smell some slices, in a bakery, I’m going Kimbo
Dehydrated, I need Fiji
Touch remote to the TV
Hit the arco like habibi
You see that foreign? It’s 250
Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin’ out
And this thoinky so damn loud it’s like I cannot put it out

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?