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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Seige
The Seige
Performer
Christian Riley Taylor
Christian Riley Taylor
Performer
Taz Conley
Taz Conley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Riley Taylor
Christian Riley Taylor
Songwriter
Taz Conley
Taz Conley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey, Taz Taz! (Hm?) Yo, wake up man it's your verse What? It's your verse, dude Oh, shit, right now? Yeah, right now Wake up in the morning Cut the TV on And see niggas lying again Put you in a coffin Slap you in your office Then leave with all of your pens I ain't giving nothing back Loyal to the pack Panties being dropped Money getting stacked Snakes in the grass Too many rats Shit is up and down It's hard being black Really I be calling out my enemies Never let a hater finish me Bitch, you know this ain't no charity Only thing we giving out is energy Riley got it covered that's my brother We hit you with lethal weapons, Danny Glover Recover and get the number from your mother Tongue stuck to my pole, dumb and dumber Why you wanna get on my bad side? Why you wanna see me be the bad guy? Niggas wanna see me do mad crime Nigga fuck 'round get flat-lined I've been on shit since diapers 'Bout to go D.C. sniper Now I'm feeling really rowdy like I'm Roddy Piper Roddy Piper R-r-, Roddy-, Roddy Piper Roddy Piper Roddy-, r-r-, Roddy Piper Roddy Piper R-r-, Roddy-, Roddy Piper Now I'm feeling really rowdy like I'm Roddy Piper Shout out to the car though This is my God flow Need money pronto Make me a honcho Challenge me I'll go super saiyan, god mode This shit is benevolent I'm in my element My lady look like Maleficent I give no fucks like I'm celibate I don't like people Don't even trust relatives Follow yo' heart, nigga Love what you have don't look at the deficit Don't get ahead of yourself I'll pull out the weapon, I call it the sedative Pull it out roll that weed, uh Shit was all good last week, uh Taz from The motherfucking Seige I'm jumping off stage like Assassin's Creed, uh Oh, my God (oh, my God) Look at the ass that's on my broad (broad) Get up, hoe (what?) We cool, don't fuck with us though (fuck you) Crew full of snipers (whatever) Digest these lines just like it's fiber (damn) Yeah, I'm feeling really rowdy like I'm Roddy Piper Roddy Piper (Roddy, Roddy) Roddy Piper Roddy Piper Roddy-, r-r-, Roddy Piper Roddy Piper Yeah, I'm feeling really rowdy like I'm Roddy Piper Roddy Piper Yeah, I'm feeling really- Roddy-, r-r-, (Roddy Piper) Now I'm feeling really rowdy like I'm Roddy Piper Alright, you can go back to sleep
Writer(s): Christian Riley Taylor, James Conley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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