Not Your Average Song Lyrics

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Song:– Not Your Average

Singer:– Pacman da Gunman & Hit-Boy

Album:– Bulletproof Soul

Producer:– Hit-Boy

Written:– Pacman da Gunman & Hit-Boy

Not Your Average Lyrics Pacman da Gunman & Hit-Boy

[Intro]
Hit-Boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call this bih phone
Ayy
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, lil’ ma
Yeah, yeah
Look

[Chorus]
Palm itchin’ so I’m on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business, I ain’t struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings, I ain’t fucked her in a minute
But she know, she gotta suck it ’til I finish, huh?
Not yo’ average, I’ma go in for the gutter
I’m a nigga that’s gon’ take it there every single summer
Block burnin’, ’90s baby, I’m a hot boy
Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys

[Verse 1]
Wrecked the Benz, got it fixed, went and bought a Range (Bought a Range)
Know some niggas got rich, then they left the game
Me? Yeah, I just left the hood, nigga
Ask my youngest, I just dropped off some goods, nigga
Ask my youngest, yeah, I’m way worst than Suge, nigga
I was twelve years old with the pull, nigga
Now I’m pullin’ up in a late model foreign and it’s tinted up
Attitude still, “Fuck it”, nigga, hit ’em up
My ambition as a rider, nigga, zip ’em up
Look, every month I do a dub and that’s a fact, nigga
Not including all the money from the trap, nigga

[Chorus]
Palm itchin’ so I’m on my way to get it
Keep them peoples out my business, I ain’t struggled in a minute
Now she always in her feelings, I ain’t fucked her in a minute
But she know she gotta suck it ’til I finish, huh
Not yo’ average, I’ma go in for the gutter
I’m a nigga that’s gon’ take it there every single summer
Block burnin’, ’90s baby, I’m a hot boy
Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys

[Verse 2]
Big fella, two Rollies, five Cubans, and they all yellow
Got mid, highs and lows and they all sellin’
Niggas say they all solid but they all tellin’
You niggas talk like reverends
Look, count me up, don’t wanna hear it, ain’t no cash involved
And I’m tryna get adjusted ’cause my life revolve
Ain’t no feelings for no snitches, y’all be poppin’ off
Wasn’t for the cameras, nigga, probably would’ve killed them all
Do it for the real, do it for the trenches
Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches
It’s love for the fake, it’s love for the hate
It’s love for the niggas helped the pigs crack the case

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