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