| Insides get exposed
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| Comin short a couple o’s
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| Know some niggas that ain’t gold cuz they ain’t get back what they owe
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| Feel that kick back then reload
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| Just like bleach I’m snatchin souls
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| On the creep we ridin slow
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| Light that cinder, let it blow
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| All of my niggas is rowdy
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| There ain’t no talkin about it
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| Guns that we holdin, we call it division
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| Because it be splitting your body
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| Poppin them shits like a molly
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| Don’t get too close to my body
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| I’m with the hitters they down for the killing
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| They doin that shit for a hobby
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| By any means gotta get to the dough
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| I see you squeamin, you niggas ain’t low
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| Stick to the plan Ima get it, I don’t got a limit
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| Like biggie I kick in the do'
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| No ballerina, I stay on my toes
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| Since in the fetus my fingers was closed
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| Follow the leader, I’m leadin the league of defeated
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| You niggas ain’t makin it home
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| You gotta issue then we gotta blow
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| Send where you live, just send where you go
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| Stick to the code, until niggas ghost
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| Then we keep to peace, until they prevoke
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| Pull out the heater and leave niggas toast
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| Yea, I be sinnin but I’m still
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| Need my percentage or I’m at the door
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| Try keep it calm but niggas is vultures
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| You gotta issue then we gotta blow
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| Send where you live, just send where you go
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| Stick to the code, until niggas ghost
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| Then we keep to peace, until they prevoke
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| Pull out the heater and leave niggas toast
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| Yea, I be sinnin but I’m still
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| Need my percentage or I’m at the door
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| Try keep it calm but niggas is vultures
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| All of my niggas is rowdy
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| There ain’t no talkin about it
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| Guns that we holdin, we call it division
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| Because it be splitting your body
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| Poppin them shits like a molly
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| Don’t get too close to my body
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| I’m with the hitters they down for the killing
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| They doin that shit for a hobby
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| All of my niggas is bout it and wylin
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| Born in, nigga came from the islands
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| Super soaker, see she wet, I’m Poseidon
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| Sippin my sh*t with a twist, don’t get locked up
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| Feelin real breezy like Chris, know I’m choppin
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| Shoutout to Post, but I really no shottas
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| Good with the Hen, now she
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| Don’t need to resort to the choppa
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| Nigga, I’m Belichick, Brady’s a monsta
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| AK outgun all you niggas, no problem
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| Rappin fire, nigga spit like a dragon
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| Blitz a nigga like we playin on Madden
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| Bringing the magic, feel like Aladdin
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| Came with the pack, you know that what I’m blastin
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| Came with the goonies, they cut you, no ratchets
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| like the plastic
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| Rest in peace all of my hittas in casket
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| Draw out a fit for my niggas, we mackin
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| I don’t believe them, these niggas is actors
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| Denzel Washington, they stick to their pattern
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| Throwing these stones, niggas reactin
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| House made of Glass, this shit get shattered
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| Dumpin on niggas like I was a capper
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| Shark in the water, you niggas is snappers
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| Drunk in the sauna with bitches relaxin
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| Leavin the water, I’m packin a pack
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| Smoke me a quarter a session, no average
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| a supporter, she love me, no cappin
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| Got me the dome, I was sittin in traffic
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| Spray some cologne, this be the drastic
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| All of my niggas is rowdy
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| There ain’t no talkin about it
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| Guns that we holdin, we call it division
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| Because it be splitting your body
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| Poppin them shits like a molly
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| Don’t get too close to my body
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| I’m with the hitters they down for the killing
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| They doin that shit for a hobby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rowdy , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Lords of Flatbush 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп