Lyrics:
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me
So, baby, kill
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me
So, baby, kill
Hej śliczny chłopiec numer jeden
Czuję się sam jak Janet McCarthy
W tym wyjątkowym świecie jak Rick Sanchez
Mam wrażenie że już nie pasuję wcale do
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
rude boy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin' chinky eye off the stimuli,
rude in the place with a gun on my waist
He just might pop out slugs
With a straight arm, bullets stomp through your Phat Farm
'Til the animals jump
Yo ayo Toddla, a wah we tell dem
Buck a rude boy a negril
Say him want pay fi me bill
Him have the cuff links and the rimes
Yo him a murder dress
Yo ayo Toddla, a wah we tell dem
Buck a rude boy a negril
Say him want pay fi me bill
Him have the cuff links and the rimes
Yo him a murder dress
you niggas scorn, I wasn't phased
It was a phase, look at my face
I wanna race, I set a pace
As a fat boy, I had to catch my wind
Get my laps on, double
boy, ridin' with the souldiers boys
I'm just looking for that gangsta chick
Bumpin' everywhere on some gangsta shit
Looking for a room where the gangstas
pass by, I know legends never die
Aye
We outside, he thinkin' I'm finna plot on him
Went down the street and told my boys I got the drop on him
Snipers
Badda-bing Badda-boom
(Yeah)
I like'em by the two
(Yeah)
I like'em with a little attitude
But don't be rude
(Yeah)
I don't be flirting, I call it
on them, me, boy
Scared, jungle this, them haunts the war, but not them get this
Then they wonder why, so them count the penny
Party by must skill and pop
the beat and then I make sense
Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin'
broke, whoa oh,
No money I own, whoa oh.
I load my pistols in my waist.
And they say a rude boys got no soul, whoa oh,
and now I pay, whoa oh,
for 25 years
dun know know
There's no tellin what a rude boy can do to ya when ya caught up in the mix
Ya dun know
Eighteen with a bullet Babylon keep a watch
Conclude, fuck who?
You rude, what new?
Distance, you lacking some
Persistence, acting dumb
Rollback, no looking
You two text, wrong footing
Act like you seen
we light up and then we get walking
Keep it quick with the chat rude boy cause this convos getting boring
Snoring, need me a tour of the flyest shit so
You don see am
Or you wan see am again
(Nigga ma sun, ma sun, ma sun)
I go by the name Baddest Dj Timmy
(These niggaz don't know what's about
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Even though life fly by so fast these days (aye dre)
I still see you comin' from, from, from miles away (miles away)
Miles away
(Yeah)
Bags on bags
Get it by any costs
By any means
You know that they are my enemy
I can't be going for 30 or 40 or 50 I gotta go hundred like Chamberlain
Clock
back
Supportin' every dream I got
You best believe, man, I dreamed a lot
Me and Rude Boy, I'm trying to tell ya,
Not a day goes by in life, we don't
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower
A little more to the left, boys, a little more
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