Rembrandt...Run It Back (Explicit)
Dreamville"Rembrandt...Run It Back (Explicit)" is a song by Dreamville, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:28 long and contains 71 lines and 537 words.
Lyrics
0:00You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k
0:03On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck
0:06Still starving ribs touching
0:08Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
0:10H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
0:13Alright
0:13JID：
0:13S**t talk and slick talk
0:15Pissed off stick talk
0:17Diss track get mad
0:18Rap n***as big trash
0:20Your squad my squad
0:22Mismatched pissants
0:23Cheese chase gym rats
0:25Picture paint Rembrandts
0:27Tree trunk thin branch
0:28I leave come back
0:30This fall diss all y'all n***as I came up with
0:33My what a bit of a change up
0:34These n***as lame we in minimal danger
0:35I got the banger just give me the next
0:37My n***a put me in the game and I'm ready to flame I'm anxious
0:39Put the motherf**kin' bank on it
0:40J. Cole：
0:40Big nuts hangin' big bucks bringin' f**k 'em all
0:44No slut shamin' money in the Cayman I'm appalled
0:47N***as swear they bangin' feds got 'em singin on the squad
0:50Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement tryna ball
0:54Line 'em up on the wall three deep final call
0:57Knee deep squeeze three beep beep Tylenol
1:00Pulled up one deep no squad just me
1:04Just God no prob' real n***as tend to f**k wit' me
1:07No jewelry no stunt for me
1:09Just a Bentley truck and an empty cup of whatever that is
1:11You too concerned 'bout how clever that is
1:13Me I'm concerned how much bread that it is
1:15Or letters that it is
1:15I been got my mama I'll get off of this
1:17I'm f**king the game you n***as is lame
1:19You won't even get a little head out of this
1:21Bet I'ma miss you n***as is dense my hits goin' over the fence
1:24How is you n***as so rich I'm not so convinced my wrist costin' more than your whip
1:27And I don't wear that no more that s**t there look tacky
1:29Yeah I'm the G.O.A.T. no n***a don't at me
1:31Put on your coat the world gon' get colder
1:32This is my year don't say I ain't told you n***a
1:35JID：
1:35You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k
1:37On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck
1:41Still starving ribs touching
1:42Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons
1:45H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin'
1:49Vince Staples：
1:50Ayy ayy n***a ayy ayy
1:52Ayy yo uh uh
1:54Ayy yo
1:55Ayy ain't this that um
1:57Ayy ain't this the Dreamville s**t this the um
2:00Vince Staples：
2:02I had a dream I had a Glock I had a beam run it back
2:06I had a dream she in Celine I'm in Supreme run it back
2:09Y'all had the dream I had the guap I hit the green run it back
2:13Ready to go ready to score ready for war run it back
2:16I'm finna bring the summer back
2:18I'm finna bring the Hummer back
2:19Snuck my gun in the function
2:21I bust he not coming back
2:23Dummy racks hundred stacks
2:25Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
2:26Don't get killed tryna run a lap
2:28N***a don't get killed tryna run a
You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck Still starving ribs touching Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin' Alright JID： S**t talk and slick talk Pissed off stick talk Diss track get mad Rap n***as big trash Your squad my squad Mismatched pissants Cheese chase gym rats Picture paint Rembrandts Tree trunk thin branch I leave come back This fall diss all y'all n***as I came up with My what a bit of a change up These n***as lame we in minimal danger I got the banger just give me the next My n***a put me in the game and I'm ready to flame I'm anxious Put the motherf**kin' bank on it J. Cole： Big nuts hangin' big bucks bringin' f**k 'em all No slut shamin' money in the Cayman I'm appalled N***as swear they bangin' feds got 'em singin on the squad Crack rock slangin' on blacktop pavement tryna ball Line 'em up on the wall three deep final call Knee deep squeeze three beep beep Tylenol Pulled up one deep no squad just me Just God no prob' real n***as tend to f**k wit' me No jewelry no stunt for me Just a Bentley truck and an empty cup of whatever that is You too concerned 'bout how clever that is Me I'm concerned how much bread that it is Or letters that it is I been got my mama I'll get off of this I'm f**king the game you n***as is lame You won't even get a little head out of this Bet I'ma miss you n***as is dense my hits goin' over the fence How is you n***as so rich I'm not so convinced my wrist costin' more than your whip And I don't wear that no more that s**t there look tacky Yeah I'm the G.O.A.T. no n***a don't at me Put on your coat the world gon' get colder This is my year don't say I ain't told you n***a JID： You don't give a d**n then we don't give a f**k On God I been waitin' for one of y'all p***y n***as to buck Still starving ribs touching Touch the team and you get touched like homescreen buttons H*es scream loud Jennifer Hudson when them thangs start bustin' Vince Staples： Ayy ayy n***a ayy ayy Ayy yo uh uh Ayy yo Ayy ain't this that um Ayy ain't this the Dreamville s**t this the um Vince Staples： I had a dream I had a Glock I had a beam run it back I had a dream she in Celine I'm in Supreme run it back Y'all had the dream I had the guap I hit the green run it back Ready to go ready to score ready for war run it back I'm finna bring the summer back I'm finna bring the Hummer back Snuck my gun in the function I bust he not coming back Dummy racks hundred stacks Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks Don't get killed tryna run a lap N***a don't get killed tryna run a
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