Rowdy – Flawless Tha Don
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Rowdy

Feat. Mr.380

Kush on deck
Liquor per usual
Look
I got my bottle in my hands

Jays on holding my pants
Got the burner tho
I'm movin slow
But still doing my dance

Women in my section and they all been doing zans
I do it for the family
Royalty in my family tree
Burn good green

It kinda seem
Like bud u get from barney dreams
Call me king
Armani wings

Bulgaria things
I'm hardly seen
Posted wit the killers, dealers, nigga who ain't had a thing
Boy I keeps it dirty dirty

Styrofoam that cup is dirty
Rep the dirty grip the birdie
Disrespect me do him dirty
I come from a hustle gotta get ya grind and know ya worth
Land of hate they gave me that denied me dreams I made it work
Still got what them smokers need hit me we can make it jerk
Played the post and moved the streets
Know niggas talk and most is cheap

Gotta get the gwala tho that's just how it's gotta B
Played for keeps
I kept it G
No matter what I'm always me

Ain't up for the bullshit try me and I'll let you see
Me, I'm bout it
We get rowdy
Gotta couple bottles

I been lookin for a model and my pockets ain't hurtin
I got it, got it
Me, I'm bout it
We get rowdy

Got party ammunition for any nigga that's
Trippin but we ain't tryna hurt nobody body

Me, I'm bout it
We get rowdy
Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model and my pockets ain't hurtin
I got it, got it
Me, I'm bout it
We get rowdy

Got party ammunition for any nigga that's
Trippin but we ain't tryna hurt nobody body

Gang life or nothin
Bang out or say nothin
Come wit the tough act trust we tusslin

Lil big homie nigga ain't no bluffin
Put it on the set don't let the size fool ya
Pull up on ya 1 deep in my Buick
Don't want excuses when ya potna see losing

So gone get ya rest cause I'm on the way to ya
Just another day in the life that we livin
We all signed up so you better be wit it
When it's all finished there are no hard feelings

Treat it like business God as my witness
Tried to let em make guess they ain't get the picture
Everybody flex til it's time for the scrimmage
We take it that far I ain't even tryna hear it
Have ya whole block pissed bitch neighborhood villain
Young lil nigga give you grown up issue
You a grown man gone own up nigga
Need a new plan tryna flex on a nigga

Better understand y my last name a pistol
Cause when it come to it youngin official
3rd ward bottom breed bitch I'm official

Double I, LX bitch I'm official
Better ask bout mista
Me, I'm bout it
We get rowdy

Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model
And my pockets ain't hurtin I got it got it
Me, I'm bout it

We get rowdy
Got party ammunition for any nigga that's
Trippin but we ain't tryin hurt nobody body

Me, I'm bout it
We get rowdy

Gotta couple bottles
I been lookin for a model
And my pockets ain't hurtin I got it got it
Me, I'm bout it

We get rowdy
Got party ammunition for any nigga that's
Trippin but we ain't tryin hurt nobody body

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