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Yeah, yeah She like niggas that gon' talk to her any type of way When I want that pussy, she gon' (Brr) pull up any time of day She like them rude boys (Boys), rude boys (Rude boys) She like them rude boys (Ayy), rude boys (Yeah, yeah) It don't really matter, she gon' fuck with the boy Shawty with the shit and I can talk to her (Any type of way) Rude boy (Boy), rude boy (Boy), rude (Bah) boy (Woo), rude boy I keep that four-five on me 'cause a nigga paranoid (Paranoid) And if that pussy run up on me, it might get destroyed (Bah) Wonder why he always hating, 'cause he unemployed (Unemployed) And if you want it with my nigga Choppa eat them boys (Choppa eat them boys) Rude boy on you (On you), rude boys see you (Woah) She ain't bougie, neither Let's just smoke and go hit Cheetah (Yeah, yeah) I pop that shit and she gon' pop it right back (Back) to me (Ayy) She never out of line, she act accordingly She like niggas that gon' talk to her any type of way When I want that pussy, she gon' (Brr) pull up any time of day She like them rude boys (Boys), rude boys (Rude boys) She like them rude boys (Ayy), rude boys (Yeah, yeah) It don't really matter, she gon' fuck with the boy Shawty with the shit and I can talk to her (Any type of way) Rude boy (Boy), rude boy (Boy), rude (Bah) boy (Woo), rude boy (Let's go) She know I'm a bull and she a Cancer (Woo) I can't lie, I fell in love with a dancer (Fell in love with a dancer) You want me but ain't got time to romance, yeah (No) Let's take trips and get the fuck up out Atlanta (Fuck up out Atlanta) Stamp that part and show you shit you ain't seen yet (Go) Don't fuck up You got the nigga of your dreams, hoe (Nigga of your dreams, hoe) You know this the right move (You know that) Girl I like you, she said "This ain't like you" (This ain't like you) She like niggas that gon' talk to her any type of way When I want that pussy, she gon' (Brr) pull up any time of day She like them rude boys (Boys), rude boys (Rude boys) She like them rude boys (Ayy), rude boys (Yeah, yeah) It don't really matter, she gon' fuck with the boy Shawty with the shit and I can talk to her (Any type of way) Rude boy (Boy), rude boy (Boy), rude (Bah) boy (Woo), rude boy When I leave her city, she be like "Baby, don't go" (Baby, don't go) When I leave her city, she be like "Baby, don't go" (Baby, don't go) When I leave her city, she be like "Baby, don't go" (Baby, don't go) Baby, don't go, baby, don't go (Yeah, yeah) Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy (Rude boy) Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy Any type of way
Writer(s): Kristopher Campbell, Timothy Wells, Trevon Campbell, Quinton Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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