| Wah
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| Statik Selektah
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| Yeah, you know
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| Real rude bwoy ting ah gwan
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| Fly
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| I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains
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| I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| I’m just stuck in my ways and I don’t ever plan on changin'
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| Kept a burner close to fire if they caught me while I’m blazin'
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| American and Bajan, plus my father’s side Jamaican
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| Blink of an eye, your gyal get taken, in the bedroom, I’m amazin'
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| She told me she had some tricks, a whole heap of nastiness
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| I won’t even ask, put what in your? |
| Was too much, I had to dip
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| In high school, was bangin' Crip, my Locs always had the grip
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| You soft, all your mans was wimps, you judged by who you hangin' with
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| I’m in it to stack these chips, feel like Bruce Will' in an action flick
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| Was givin' me cash for nicks when me and my nigga was baggin' piff
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| I’m realer than most, ain’t fuckin' with those that give me they ass to kiss
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| I kill 'em and laugh at it like I’m a serial masochist
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| 'Cause I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains
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| I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change, woah
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| 'Cause I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains
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| I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Yo, yo (Badmon)
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| Hol' up, check the status, bitch, I been paid
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| Everywhere I go I leave a shit stain, y’all been washed up
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| Lost in the sauce, look at these imposters
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| As I’m sittin' proper in my rude bwoy posture
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| Bumpin' Poppa, who shot ya?
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| Can’t kill 'em with the patois, true shotta
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| Them don’t know that
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| Pickin' niggas off, no Kodak
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| I could put your picture on your shirt like I owe dat
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| Tell his mama hold dat
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| My condolence, it’s mind controllin'
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| Anytime this microphone is in my holdings
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| See me in the battle, please help my opponents
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| Guarantee that’s gon' be his final moments
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| I’m focused, niggas still ain’t catch up to my old shit
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| Oh shit, plus we 'bout to hit 'em with some more shit
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| Said she got a man, I told that bitch I got a goldfish
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| Still leavin' these hoes hopeless, and you know this
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| 'Cause I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains
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| I’m a rude boy, and I ain’t gon' change, woah
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| 'Cause I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Have whole heap of gyal, and I want eight gold chains
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| I’m a rude bwoy, and I ain’t gon' change
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| Yo, rude bwoy, your time now
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| Fuck them up, hahaha |