Lyrics CJ Fly – Rudebwoy
Text:
CJ Fly:
Woo
Statik Selektah
Yeah, doe
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Fly
I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
I believe a killin’, I want eight gold chains
I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
I’m just stuck in my ways and I don’t even plan on changin’
Kept the burner, close to fire if they caught me while I’m blazin’
American and Basian, plus my father’s side Jamaican
Blick of man eye, God can take it, in the bedroom, I’m amazin’
She told me she had some tricks, a holy, but nastiness
I won’t even ask what’s more to ya, was too much, I had to dip
In high school, was bangin’ crip, my lungs always had to crip
You stood for the mans you with, you judge by who you hangin’ with
I’m in it to save your ships, real life was realer than action flick
Was givin’ me cash for this when me and my nigga was baggin’ piff
I’m realer than most, they fuckin’ with those, they givin’ they ass a kiss
I kill ’em and laugh, it is like I’m a serial masochist
‘Cause I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
I believe a killin’, I want eight gold chains
I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change, whoa
‘Cause I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
I believe a killin’, I want eight gold chains
I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
Joey Bada$$:
Yeah, yeah (Badmon)
Everywhere I go I leave a shit stain
Y’all been washed up
Lost in the sauce, look at these imposters
Yes, I’m sittin’ proper, in my rude boy posture
Bumpin’, papa, who shot ya?
Yeah I kill ’em with the Patois
Two shot, ya, them don’t know that
Pickin’ niggas off, no Kodak
I could put your picture on my shirt like I owe dat
Tell his momma, «Hold dat»
My condolences, is my controllin’
Anytime this microphone is in my holdings
See me in the battle, please help my opponents
Guarantee that’s gon’ be his final moments
I’m focused, niggas still ain’t catch up to my old shit
Oh shit, plus we ’bout to hit ’em with some motion
Said she got a man, I told that bitch, «I gotta go fish»
Still leavin’ these hoes hopeless, so you know this
CJ Fly:
‘Cause I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
I believe a killin’, I want eight gold chains
I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change, whoa
‘Cause I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
I believe a killin’, I want eight gold chains
I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon’ change
Outro:
You’re a rude boy, everybody know
Fuck them up
Hahaha