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rub it in.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
rub it in. was released on April 24, 2026 by Flyy Society Music LLC. as a part of the album dreams go on.
album cover
Release DateApril 24, 2026
LabelFlyy Society Music LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BlacBoy
BlacBoy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darian Daniels
Darian Daniels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BlacBoy
BlacBoy
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Baby girl, I promise I won't miss your call again
Funny, I know your main man a joke like Harley Quinn
If this here love go bad, I ain't going in love again
I hit for a couple racks, in they face I rub it in
I ask God, why he can't get fuck **** out my face
I like money showers, and money piling, and filling up my safe
Long as you work hard, and stand on business, it's gone be okay
Long as I get dollars, I bet she let me O'lay on her face
I paint it, make up
Get fly, off the wake up
Nasty bitch, she a nasty bitch, I call the coroner
I had to ask the bitch, how fast she is before I'm showing up
Think my status just enhancing it she see me going up
Give me attitude, so sassy with it, I'm still showing love
I'm way past the rules, ain't nobody getting spared on God
I get super fly they been riding my wave, no Rod
I get super fly, been riding my wave, no Rod
Baby girl, I promise I won't miss your call again
Funny, I know your main man a joke like Harley Quinn
If this here love go bad, I ain't going in love again
I hit for a couple racks, in they face I rub it in
I ask God, why he can't get fuck **** out my face
I like money showers, and money piling, and filling up my safe
Long as you work hard, and stand on business, it's gone be okay
Long as I get dollars, I bet she let me O'lay on her face
Yeah, yeah
Way I been swerving this bitch got me car sick
Yeah, yeah
Put a three-five in the raw, hope it all fit
I can try to teach a bitch my language, copy how I talk
He ain't in the streets, side walk
Lost count, all the bags I bought
Yeah, big ass blunt, full of Runtz
My bitch want me to tie her up, she tryna have some fun
I just know these fuck **** tired of us, we forever stunt
And I promise I ain't putting energy in shit that give me none
I'm like, come here, give me some
Trying on her new clothes, for me like a model
Clear panties like a Sprite, body like the bottle
Crazy how these **** thought I wouldn't be shit without em
Should of never did no doubting
Baby girl, I promise I won't miss your call again
Funny, I know your main man a joke like Harley Quinn
If this here love go bad, I ain't going in love again
I hit for a couple racks, in they face I rub it in
I ask God, why he can't get fuck **** out my face
I like money showers, and money piling, and filling up my safe
Long as you work hard, and stand on business, it's gone be okay
Long as I get dollars, I bet she let me O'lay on her face
Written by: Darian Daniels
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