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