Audio Push - Rowdy A lyrics

[Audio Push - Rowdy A lyrics]

I am very high and very drunk where are we?

Attention kids, roll up an ounce
Light up and smoke it in swollen amounts
We are the niggas they warned you about
I thought I told y'all get
The fuck up and bounce
I thought I told y'all get
The fuck up and bounce
I thought I told y'all get the
Fuck up n HOL UP

Naw you little bitch that ain't incense
Roll up light up, inhale, exhale, slow up
They shouldn't be talking all
That bitch grow up
Take your weed ignite it then blow up
Dynamite C4 we are show up
Now I'm on stage got damn it I'm tore up
Bounce bitch, bounce
I don't need that slot shit in my house
Never need all that, she'll take that
And then bust back and do
It all with her mouth
Word to Travis young niggas back
Bitch I blast this and make niggas back flip
Young gifted bastards all back at rap
You should all react like you love it bitch

No, I swear these niggas acting like hoes
These women acting like bitches theres
Way to many ricos and not
Enough money making bitches, damn shame
Oh oh, young crips growin up we was little
C's like we was BI NIGGA
From the city where there ain't shit free
But, I'm still screaming free my niggas
B-O-Dub gang and you're talking
To the presidente
Ever since the tenth grade me
And my niggas been taking
Off days like barbers that
Need their rent payed
Run that bounce that, show your heart
I ride with animals, Noah's ark
I'm a fuck her good and I'm a take her home
And I'm a make her sit in
The back like Rosa Parks
Thats Price, don't ask no more
Pass the blunt, you better ask before
Pass the bottle we don't drink out cups
Young niggas run the game
Don't walk round us, nigga

Shut up! Trying to get at the thought of
Me and combine it with sodomy
And it won't be as baddest as it ought to be
I gotta be a prodigy if you choose outta
Your three favorite rappers you're
Gonna swallow me
I am the black Chuck Norris or Van Dame
I don't give a damn damn
Or two fucks or one shit
Whether you come with an army or one clip
I'm shooting like dice
Now fuck you where's Price

I make this paper stress like fold out, beds
Real nigga never sold out
And I probably can hear
You the haters talking
If my fucking weed wasn't sold loud
But it is, so what it is same clique
Never switched real shit
And I ain't sticking to no bitch
Unless her name is this script hold on!
You know the plan, you know I can't
Be holdin the hands
All i wanted was a pole dance
Then I'm superman that ho like a Soulja dance
And then kicked her to the
Curb like a soda can

You know this man and now I can probably say
That now today the IE's down the stay
And now we pray for everybody round the way
Rest in peace this beat and Rowdy A

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