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Rowdy Rebel
Rowdy Rebel
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A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
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Chad Marshall
Chad Marshall
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Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
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Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
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Damil Coste
Damil Coste
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Joseph Zoumboulias
Joseph Zoumboulias
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JULIAN XAVIER TAYLOR
JULIAN XAVIER TAYLOR
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JoeFromYO
JoeFromYO
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DLo
DLo
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Matthew Spatola
Matthew Spatola
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Xayy
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Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
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Nicolas De Porcel
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I know I don't never make promises This time, I mean it, I promise If I tell you, "I got you," my nigga, I got you If I say, "I love you," my nigga, I love you forever Don't listen to rumors, so you run it by me Don't need to panic, I know you're my man Let's just hold that shit down like we Bobby and Rowdy I'ma let you know if you movin' sloppy Don't say that you got me when you never looked Used to go to the PJs, meet up in the lobby Now we on the PJ, right to Abu Dhabi I just bought me a Mulsanne, took her to Spain She ate me like chicken lo mein I just FaceTimed the whole gang Thеy in LA, they on they way to the Bay Tеll 'em I'll soon be there, jet soon here Nigga, I put that on 'caine I'm in Tampa Bay, straight I made some bands today, ayy Stylist get the style for me, nah, nah, I Amiri the jeans Hold up, I ain't never froze up, 'til I went to Elliott, now I see Clarity in my baguetties and VV's Apparently all of my niggas are fleas Louis Vuitton all the time, I got a house on my arm all the time All of my pieces is from Eliantte They catch me drippin' in front the Barclay Catch me flying down the Parkway Smokin' backpack, broccoli It's just me and Boogie, back-to-back In a Maybach, nigga, pardon me Got my feet up with my heat tucked If them woo niggas start me, but it's Fuck everybody, that's just how I feel, I ain't feelin' nobody I pop on a pill when I'm flyin' in private, it give me the chills I land with two Audi, paranoid, that's why I move in silence They ain't playin' fair, I move with the chopper Hit up broski, he gon' tear up the spot Watch the pocket-rocket put him right on his pockets Huh? Yes, I came up from nothing Had no shmoney, no clothes, had to get it from nothing I put the pot in the oven Mixin' and bakin' and cookin' that bitch with my cousin He said he hot, but he wasn't She said she not but she fuckin', I got that thot bussin' I got my jewelry bussin' I got my jewelry hittin', that's end of discussion 19, I had dropped out of college My favorite way to get money was the block I got too addicted to the money, I'm honest They thought I was tryna be Speaker Knockerz I ain't tryna go out like Speaker Knockerz Rest in peace, but I keep it a hunnid Got Ps on my head and even the knockers I keep it G, yeah, I keep it a hunnid I keep it G, yeah, I keep it one hunnid I'm the one that paid the fee for the dinners I'm the one that bought the piece for the runners They don't run on me, I'm good with the numbers I'ma really fuck it up for the summer Drop-top, doin' donuts in Hummers Opp block with a chopper, I stun on EBK, I give a fuck 'bout a color, I ride for my brothers If I say, "I love you," my nigga, I love you forever Don't listen to rumors, so you run it by me Don't need to panic, I know you're my man Let's just hold that shit down like we Bobby and Rowdy I'ma let you know if you movin' sloppy Don't say that you got me when you never looked Used to go to the PJs, meet up in the lobby Now we on the PJ, right to Abu Dhabi
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Matthew Spatola, Joseph Zoumboulias, Julian Taylor, Damil Coste, Chad Marshal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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