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Rowdy Rebel - G R I M Y lyrics

Artist: Rowdy Rebel

album: G R I M Y


Bow (Ay)
Ya (Ay)
Ha
Rowdy, Rowdy, Rowdy,
Rowdy, Rowdy, Rowdy baby (Bow)
Ay, Go
Bow, bow, bow
(Grrta Gang n*gga)
Rowdy
All over the world don't get shot???
Ha, whoow (Ay)
They know who they fuckin' with (Ay)
But they know they can't fuck with me (Go)
They say they gon' touch my top
But there ain't no touchin' me
I got killers on my block
And they keep me company
Bet you wouldn't up they chop
Bet you they gon' run from me (Go)
All my shooters go (Go)
All my shooters blow (Blow)
Tell me certain lies (Lies)
With that i don't already know (Know)
Marti still my bro (Bro)
Never been no hoe (Never)
If a n*gga troll
He gon' get em scrouge
I got my gun in my hand
When i step out the motherfuckin' feat
Soon as he pull up
I put that motherfuckin' lil gun on repeat
Niggas be talking to who?
Niggas ain't talking to me
(Ha ha, They ain't talking to me)
I put the gun to his bitch
I put the gun to the shhh man (No chill)
I ain't gon' talk to much
I go really go crazy (Go crazy ya)
I be smoking dope blunts
Feelin' lazy (Feelin' lazy ya)
Off the backboard like Tracy Mcgrady (McGrady ya)
I had a bitch with Stacy Dash
Where is Stacy at?
I get bad with my bitch
Hoping she take me back
Lil bro No Nardo work
The choppa like where the safety at?
N*ggas tryna hit my block
But they ain't make it back
Say my names up in that songs
But you can't take it back
Ha
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
(Ha)
If you tryna approach (Approach)
Imma let you know (Know)
You won't get me close
All my goons they go (Go)
Dollars on dollars
I stack it up, love the colour
Bitch i got ties like a mobster (Bitch)
And got the smoke like a rasta
No i don't talk bout the zaza
Yes i want guala on guala
Rowdy got shootas on shootas
And they got choppas on choppas
(Blacka, Blacka)
Please don't fuck with me (Shesh)
You end up tragiclly (What)
Back then i had to trap, it was more like a factory (Whoow)
If someone after me
I'm gon' achieve
A victory
Yes i'm smoking Cali Weed
What you got call it Misery (Ha)
I got enemies (Ha)
Got a lotta mysterys
Got a lotta drip don't come near
This shit way too slippery
If you want some beef
I swear to god i turn you vegan
King of every season
I can't fuck a peasent
Tryna jump on me or do some shit
Please just give me a reason
If you talk bout me and
Its shit then then you see my demon
Oh shit i be outside with his bitch
And she eats my semen
She get on her knees (Knees)
I gave her something to believe in (Okay)
Ha
Ha
Ha
Ha
If you tryna approach
Imma let you know
You won't get me close
All my goons they go (Go)
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
All my goons they go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
All my goons they go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
All my goons they go
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
All my goons they go
Tryna jump on me or do some shit
Please just give me a reason
If you talk bout me and its shit
Then then you see my demon
Oh shit i be outside with his bitch
And she eats my semen
She get on her knees -
I gave her something to believe in
I gave her something to believe in
Hella High
I gave her something to believe in

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