Remixes

Destroy Lonely - NEVEREVER (RBF YUNGINN Remix) (Lyrics)

#Lyrics

#Intro
(Yeah woah yeah)
(Never ever)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(Never ever)
(Yeah yeah)
(Never ever)
(Yeah yeah YUNGINN)

#Hook 
Yeah, never ever nobody like me
Yeah, never ever ain’t nobody like me
Yeah, never ever nobody like me
Yeah, n-never ever ain’t nobody like me
I got too much swag I flex on these niggas b-bitch I’m too lit (yeah)
I got too much swag I shit on these niggas (yeah) they hate on me
E-Everywhere I go all eyes on me, yeah everywhere I go 
E-Everywhere I go I get bitches on me (yeah)
That bitch she mad, she wants her man to be dressing like me
That bitch she mad, she wants someone who be flexing like me (yeah)
Never ever, nobody like me (yeah)
Never ever ain’t nobody like me 

#Verse
I’m one of one no one like me, yeah I’m unique 
Roll up a blunt smoke and get geek, yeah I’m high as shit
I fuck up my lungs I don’t give a shit yeah I’m-I’m dying lit (yeah)
K-Keep watching me (yeah) keep doubting me
I left you in past why you keep watching me? (yeah)
I’m moving fast, rubbing my hands I feel like a flea
Yeah they know that I’m fly
I fuck a bad bitch make her get on her knees,(yeah) she wants my kids (yeah)
Come take your bitch, she loves my swag she blew me a kiss 

#Hook 
never ever nobody like me
Yeah, never ever ain’t nobody like me
Yeah, never ever nobody like me
Yeah, n-never ever ain’t nobody like me
I got too much swag I flex on these niggas b-bitch I’m too lit (yeah)
I got too much swag I shit on these niggas (yeah) they hate on me
E-Everywhere I go all eyes on me, yeah everywhere I go 
E-Everywhere I go I get bitches on me (yeah)
That bitch she mad, she wants her man to be dressing like me
That bitch she mad, she wants someone who be flexing like me (yeah)
Never ever, nobody like me (yeah)
Never ever ain’t nobody like me

Destroy Lonely - NEVEREVER (RBF YUNGINN Remix)

Rainy Day

Murda Musik II(Rainy Day)(Ft. Bne roger)

RBF YUNGINN - X games (remix)
#Lyrics

#Intro
(Gilbert!) Oh my God! he on X games mode

#Chorus
I - I love makin' money I love makin' bands
I love smokin' I'm too high I feel like Superman
Too much money yeah blo - bloody dirty hands
How-how the fuck you get no money? yeah to-too much dirty bands
I - I can't pull pants, pockets thick full of cash
I'ma kill his ass big ass drac' Taliban
I'm fly like everyday, in this bitch I feel like Peter Pan
I'm high like everyday, in this bitch I live in different planet

#Verse
I'm - I'm a studio addict, I - I got rockstar habits
I live my life like a rock party, I feel like Playboi Carti
Designer jeans Ed Hardy, wha-what do you know bout' it?
When I flex I feel like Jeff Hardy, call me Matt Hardy
I - I need nobody, ro-roll up smoke exotic
Draco wildin' that bitch automatic, I'm ready to catch a body
When it comes to swag I don't play about it
Bitch I got fashion habits
When it comes to racks I don't play about it
I - I fell in love with money
Hello racks! money callin, I spent like 220
I'm the blueprint, how to get this money?
I wonder who want it
CDG couple hunnids, Balenci my whole body
Movin' big truck movin' big body, I - I need that new Bugatti
Popped two drugs I'm movin' out of my body
It's time to move funny, who? me? moving funny?
Bitch I don't move funny
And I walk around with the tool on me, let me know what's funny
Steph Curry 30 on me, my Glock is super dummy

#Chorus
I - I love makin' money I love makin' bands
I love smokin' I'm too high I feel like Superman
Too much money yeah blo - bloody dirty hands
How-how the fuck you get no money? yeah to-too much dirty bands
I - I can't pull pants, pockets thick full of cash
I'ma kill his ass big ass drac' Taliban
I'm fly like everyday, in this bitch I feel like Peter Pan
I'm high like everyday, in this bitch I live in different planet

#Outro
(Gilbert!) Oh my God! he on X games mode

X games

X games (lyrics in description)

RBF YUNGINN - Lambtruck (remix)
#Lyrics

#Intro
(we - we gon' be okay)

#Chorus
Bitch I’m matchin’ up, rockin’ double denim (double denim)
I - I be chasin’ guap yeah I’m on mission 
M - M.I.A gettin’ racks, goin missin’ 
Doub - Double cup double cup, I be sippin’ 
Ion give a fuck, in this bitch I - I be trippin’
Like I’m in kitchen, but I’m not in kitchen 
Cook - Cookin’ up Cookin’ up, Leo Messi
Huh, Smith &amp; Wesson, Glock, teach you lesson
Huh, Milly Rock, big ass Glock make niggas dancin’

#Verse
Hittin’ moonwalk, yeah I feel like Michael Jackson
Huh, pockets dancin’ yeah I - I be flexin’ 
Huh, niggas talkin’ in this bitch they gettin’ nothin’
Huh, ni -nigga stop it, yeah please don’t copy
Huh, I’m - I’m the topic in this bitch I’m really poppin’ 
Huh, ra -rag to riches, huh ignorin’ bitches
Huh, ra - rag to riches  in this bitch ignorin’ bitches
Yeah, bitch I’m vicious, huh, and - and I’m ambitious 

#Chorus
Bitch I’m matchin’ up, rockin’ double denim (double denim)
I - I be chasin’ guap yeah I’m on mission 
M - M.I.A gettin’ racks, goin missin’ 
Doub - Double cup double cup, I be sippin’ 
Ion give a fuck, in this bitch I - I be trippin’
Like I’m in kitchen, but I’m not in kitchen 
Cook - Cookin’ up Cookin’ up, Leo Messi
Huh, Smith &amp; Wesson, Glock, teach you lesson
Huh, Milly Rock, big ass Glock make niggas dancin’

Lambtruck

Lambtruck (prod. ok)

Blick Sum

Prod. Stopitleo
#Intro 
StopitLeo 

#Chorus
They don’t know me, you don’t know me
I’m in the party with my ghee, with my homie (with my homie)
We so slime like a tree
It get bloody, if - if a nigga try to play with me (whoa )then he will see (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, lil shawty tryna fuck with me (yeah)
She don’t give a fuck, she sippin’ V, she sips Hennessy (yeah yeah)
We keep the Glock and stay lowkey, run money up, makin papers like tree (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, we gettin’ lit (yeah)

#Verse
I’m gettin’ lit, I - I be steppin’ on shit (steppin’ on shit) turn this party to mosh pit
She fucks with my swag, yeah she fucks with my fit
I’m in this bitch like assassin creed, if you step on kick then you gettin’ hit (whoa)
In - in your face I gotta spit, I will punch on that boy like I punch on beat (yeah)
I’m keepin’ the Glock, I gotta keep the stick, I gotta keep a blicky
I’m - I’m shootin’ that boy like give a nigga pic
I’m rockstar in the city, bitch -bitch I’m star, shout out to my city 
She rockin’ all black, shawty lookin’ creepy
After party in car shawty fuckin’ with me
She thinks she a dime, she a fuckin’ penny
Bitch - bitch you don’t know me, rockstars in party with my nigga Benny
In mosh pit with my glizzy, I feel like Carti they cannot fuck with me
Like John Cena lil boy I bet you cannot see me
I’m feelin’ so lit, I’m boot’d up on some henny (henny)
I - I step in Balenci, I’m turnin’ this party down with my homie (whoa whoa)

#Chorus
They don’t know me, you don’t know me
I’m in the party with my ghee, with my homie (with my homie)
We so slime like a tree
It get bloody, if - if a nigga try to play with me (whoa )then he will see (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, lil shawty tryna fuck with me (yeah)
She don’t give a fuck, she sippin’ V, she sips Hennessy (yeah yeah)
We keep the Glock and stay lowkey, run money up, makin papers like tree (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, we gettin’ lit (yeah)

Lit Party

104%

Kick N Jump

SDLM

Prod. Kay Solo
#Chorus
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit huh, bitch I’m so geeked (huh)
Bitch I’m so sick,huh, look - look at my wrist
Yeah, One hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees
Yeah, my niggas on go, huh, we gettin’ rich
Yeah, l’ll flex on your bitch, yeah lil YUNGINN so sick (huh)
Ho, I’m switchin’ flow, yeah bitch I don’t miss (huh)
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit, yeah I’m makin’ hit (yeah) yeah, one hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees (yeah)

#Verse
Yeah I be so fresh, yeah, chrome heart my tee (yeah)
I’m steppin’ bitch I’m pushin’ P, I’m pushin’ pressure bitch with my fuckin’ team (yeah, whoa)
With my fuckin’ team, bitch I be steppin’ on your fuckin’ team (yeah)
I - I was fourteen fuckin’ bitches with my twin, yeah I fuck my bitch like she my queen
I keep goin’ up, I got a dream
I’m stuck in a dream, I’m sippin’ wock, I’m sippin’ green (Slatt)
Slimey business, money green, lil pussy get back choppa got a beam (yeah)
Choppa make a nigga scream, make a fuckin’ murder scene

#Chorus
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit huh, bitch I’m so geeked (huh)
Bitch I’m so sick,huh, look - look at my wrist
Yeah, One hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees
Yeah, my niggas on go, huh, we gettin’ rich
Yeah, l’ll flex on your bitch, yeah lil YUNGINN so sick (huh)
Ho, I’m switchin’ flow, yeah bitch I don’t miss (huh)
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit, yeah I’m makin’ hit (yeah) yeah, one hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees (yeah)

1Hunnidn4 (intro)

Prod. Stopitleo
In The Room
#Intro
(StopitLeo)

#Chorus
Who the fuck is you? Huh, who the fuck that nigga too?
Who - who the fuck these bitches too? Huh, I’m the biggest in the room
Huh, I stepped-in in the room, huh, I’m the flyest in the room
I’m the sickest in the room, huh I’m the highest in the room
Like Travis Scott when I’m in the room, I step-in in designer shoe (in designer shoe)
I’m so fuckin’ cool, huh, my pants are loose I’m saggin’ too (I’m saggin too)
I cannot snooze, huh, bitch I cannot fuckin’ lose
Huh, if I flex on you, huh, then I’m flexin’ on your crew

#Verse
If I aim on you, huh, bitch I pick on you (bitch I pick on you)
Bitch I keep a tool, I keep a Glock, I blast it go at you
I’m not Muslim yeah they knew, like Taliban I finna drop a boom (I finna drop a boom)
Bitch I rock no blue, (huh) I get the guap, I get the blues (I get the blues)
Everything brand new, lil bitch I’m ballin’ call me Tony Kroos (call me Tony Kroos)
And my bitch is new, my bitch is white lookin’ like a goose (lookin’ like a goose)
And I got loose screw, I finna die breakin’ all the rules
Huh,  I don’t know kung fu, I keep a Glock I put that bitch in use (put that bitch in use)
Like a fuckin’ zoo I be so geeked yeah on some shrooms (yeah on some shrooms)
If you act like fool, you will get kicked yeah in your tooth (yeah in your tooth)
I step in, in the room, I step in big kicks yeah Balenci boots (yeah Balenci boots)
When I’m in the room, they checked my swag they knew they doomed (they knew they doomed)

#Chorus
Who the fuck is you? Huh, who the fuck that nigga too?
Who - who the fuck these bitches too? Huh, I’m the biggest in the room
Huh, I stepped-in in the room, huh, I’m the flyest in the room
I’m the sickest in the room, huh I’m the highest in the room
Like Travis Scott when I’m in the room, I step-in in designer shoe (in designer shoe)
I’m so fuckin’ cool, huh, my pants are loose I’m saggin’ too (I’m saggin too)
I cannot snooze, huh, bitch I cannot fuckin’ lose
Huh, if I flex on you, huh, then I’m flexin’ on your crew

In The Room

Ying N Yang

Yin N Yang

Prod. Kay Solo
Goin Up
#Intro
(Huh, whoa)
(Ay, huh)

#Chorus
I - I get the guap, bitch I don’t talk, I run up the bag yeah no stop
I’m - I’m goin’ up, yeah - yeah bitch I’m goin’ to top
Huh, I’m sippin’ on lean, huh-huh, yeah - yeah in double cup
Huh, I was thirteen yeah - yeah in the street hangin’ with mob 
Huh - huh, I’m goin’ up, huh, I’m goin’ up
I - I do no talk, I do the job, huh, I get the guap
I’m goin’ up, huh - huh, huh, I’m goin’ up to top
Goin’ to top, I’m goin up

#Verse 
I’m in this bitch and I’m dressin’ all black, bitch I’m so lit I got swag
I’m rockin’ some shit, I like to flex
I spent a band (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I fuck up my racks, I get the bag and hit the money dance
Bell yeah, bitch I’m the man, huh yeah, I feel like Ben (huh yeah, yeah-yeah) 
Bitch I’m a ten, bitch I’m too froze I feel like Johnny Dang
Huh - huh, I get the bag, huh, I get the cash, huh, I need no friend
I’m RBF, I don’t give a fuck,huh, I’m RBFAM
Huh-huh, I need no friend (huh-huh, huh)

#Chorus
I - I get the guap, bitch I don’t talk, I run up the bag yeah no stop
I’m - I’m goin’ up, yeah - yeah bitch I’m goin’ to top
Huh, I’m sippin’ on lean, huh-huh, yeah - yeah in double cup
Huh, I was thirteen yeah - yeah in the street hangin’ with mob 
Huh - huh, I’m goin’ up, huh, I’m goin’ up
I - I do no talk, I do the job, huh, I get the guap
I’m goin’ up, huh - huh, huh, I’m goin’ up to top
Goin’ to top, I’m goin up
I - I get the guap, bitch I don’t talk, I run up the bag yeah no stop
I’m - I’m goin’ up, yeah - yeah bitch I’m goin’ to top
Huh, I’m sippin’ on lean, huh-huh, yeah - yeah in double cup
Huh, I was thirteen yeah - yeah in the street hangin’ with mob 
Huh - huh, I’m goin’ up, huh, I’m goin’ up
I - I do no talk, I do the job, huh, I get the guap
I’m goin’ up, huh - huh, huh, I’m goin’ up to top
Goin’ to top, I’m goin up

Goin Up

No Question!

YhuhYhuh! (Lyric)

#IIntro
(You saved me)

#Chorus
Fat ass bitch, said she want a diamond ring (yeah huh)
I’m like “Bitch, hold on, did you lose your brain” (yeah huh)
Huh, pretty bitch, but she cannot be my main (yeah)
Yeah, she not rich, yeah she want to get fame (yeah)
Huh, these niggas so lame, yeah huh, they just complain (yeah)
Yeah, me and my gang, yeah huh, we don’t complain (yeah huh)
Huh, we workin’ all day, yeah huh, we play no game (yeah)
Yeah, they hate and they blame, yeah huh, they hate on my name (yeah huh)

#Verse 
These niggas lame, huh, why they talkin’ insane?
Huh, these bitches lame, huh, they not feelin’ ashamed
Huh, I’m numb again, yeah huh, I feel no pain (yeah huh)
Huh, I fuck on your bae, uh huh, she gettin’ slayed (yeah)
Yeah, emo ho in LA, yeah huh, she wanna get layed
Yeah, I’m out the way, uh huh, I’m outta the state (yeah)
Huh, I stand on my name, if you talkin’ insane, you’ll lose your brain
Huh, we in LA, we workin’ all day, bitch no delay (yeah)
Huh, I’m high in space, lil bitch I be faded on Mary Jane (yeah)
Huh, lil bitch I be late, I speed on high way, I’m in V8 (huh)
Yeah, I got motherfuckin’ K and my gun is my bea, yeah I feel like Tay K (huh)
Catch a motherfuckin’ case, hit that nigga in face, bitch, no runnin’ away (huh)
Huh, no runnin’ away, if today is your day, then it’s your fate (huh)
Yeah, don’t run, I don’t play, I don’t play ‘bout my name
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah, huh)
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah, huh)
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah, huh)
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah)
I stand on my name

#Chorus
Fat ass bitch, said she want a diamond ring (yeah huh)
I’m like “Bitch, hold on, did you lose your brain” (yeah huh)
Huh, pretty bitch, but she cannot be my main (yeah)
Yeah, she not rich, yeah she want to get fame (yeah)
Huh, these niggas so lame, yeah huh, they just complain (yeah)
Huh, we workin’ all day, yeah huh, we play no game (yeah)
Yeah, they hate and they blame, yeah huh, they hate on my name (yeah huh)

#Outro 
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)

Blick Sum

RBF YUNGINN

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