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Rudebwoy Video (MV)




Performed By: CJ Fly
Featuring: Joey Bada$$
Length: 2:37
Written by: Chaine Downer, Jo-Vaughn Scott, Patrick Baril




CJ Fly - Rudebwoy Lyrics
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[ Featuring Joey Bada$$ ]

Woo
(Statik Selektah) yeah you know
Real rude boy ting a gwan
Fly
I'm a rude boy, 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

I'm just stuck in my ways and I don't ever plan on changin'
Kept the 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, you 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 what's more to ya, was too much, I had to dip
In high school, was bangin' Crip, my lungs always had to crip
You stood for the mans you with, you judge by who you hangin' with
I'm in it to save your ships, real life was realer than action flick
Was givin' me cash for this when me and my nigga was baggin' piff
I'm realer than most, they f*ckin' with those, they givin' they ass a kiss
I kill 'em and laugh, it is like I'm a serial masochist

'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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, whoa
'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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

Yeah, yeah (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
Yes, I'm sittin' proper, in my rude boy posture
Bumpin', Poppa, who shot ya?
Cyaan I kill 'em with the Patois
True shotta, them done know that
Pickin' niggas off, no Kodak
I could put your picture on my shirt like I owe dat
Tell his momma, "Hold dat"
My condolences, is my 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 motion
Said she got a man, I told that bitch, "I gotta go fish"
Still leavin' these hoes hopeless, so you know this

'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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, whoa
'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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

Yo rude bwoy, ah your time now
F*ck them up
Hahaha
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Woo
(Statik Selektah) yeah you know
Real rude boy ting a gwan
Fly
I'm a rude boy, 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

I'm just stuck in my ways and I don't ever plan on changin'
Kept the 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, you 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 what's more to ya, was too much, I had to dip
In high school, was bangin' Crip, my lungs always had to crip
You stood for the mans you with, you judge by who you hangin' with
I'm in it to save your ships, real life was realer than action flick
Was givin' me cash for this when me and my nigga was baggin' piff
I'm realer than most, they f*ckin' with those, they givin' they ass a kiss
I kill 'em and laugh, it is like I'm a serial masochist

'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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, whoa
'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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

Yeah, yeah (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
Yes, I'm sittin' proper, in my rude boy posture
Bumpin', Poppa, who shot ya?
Cyaan I kill 'em with the Patois
True shotta, them done know that
Pickin' niggas off, no Kodak
I could put your picture on my shirt like I owe dat
Tell his momma, "Hold dat"
My condolences, is my 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 motion
Said she got a man, I told that bitch, "I gotta go fish"
Still leavin' these hoes hopeless, so you know this

'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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, whoa
'Cause I'm a rude boy, 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

Yo rude bwoy, ah your time now
F*ck them up
Hahaha
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Writer: Chaine Downer, Jo-Vaughn Scott, Patrick Baril
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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