Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rowdy , by - SYBYR. Song from the album Sound Of Irritation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Anti-World
Song language: English
Rowdy |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Yuh, bitch you better not do it |
| Irritated as fuck |
| Another strike and I’ll lose it |
| Lost all my fuckin' patience |
| Bitch, you brought a visual to make it |
| I’m fucking tired of waiting |
| Trying to take over like Satan |
| I’m the demon that you barely worry 'bout |
| Your god cannot save you |
| With my hand over your mouth |
| Bloodthirsty niggas all around- around my presence |
| And if we don’t hang the motherfucker |
| Feel my essence |
| Used to hang with dirtbags that never cared for me |
| Use you for your shit, then look at you like you a bitch |
| Looking at your soul like worthless rags of piece of shit |
| Burn your fucking money |
| Running around like every rich |
| Waste your fucking time to hang with niggas all winter |
| Then you look surprised |
| Because they ate your fucking dinner |
| Work around the clock |
| Just to eat the fucking scraps |
| Fuck a life story, y’all gon' feel the fucking wrath |
| Last laugh |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| There needs to be more love in this world |
| If you’ve got an enemy, make friends with him then |
| Fuck you mean? |
| When you talk shit I could come through |
| With a thousand fucking smashers at your mouth |
| So, we bomb too |
| I don’t want to hear no fucking words, you niggas love to speak |
| Actually, over ratings doesn’t pass a fucking wait |
| Who these niggas? |
| I don’t give a fuck about sets or who you be |
| But I know your number |
| Means perfection has been reached |
| And that’s something that you hate |
| So shut the fuck up when you wanna speak, mane |
| And throw the mic away |
| If you ever get called to speak |
| Man, bitch, learn your fucking lyrics |
| 'Cause the work can take more shit |
| Hey, remember when I used to need people to help me out? |
| I was fucking naive, a little bitch, lacking any violence |
| Now I come through, flexed out |
| Even got a little bit of cash that I can check out |
| Fuck is you doing, boy? |
| Your mom gets you up, so, you ran more tales and beat your dick |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, yes |
| Rowdy, rowdy, rowdy, fuckin' big crowd shit |
| Yuh |