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Rude Bwoy Video (MV)




Performed By: Morvabelly
Length: 2:18
Written by: Morvyn Belice




Morvabelly - Rude Bwoy Lyrics




Im a rude bwoy I might run off with ya thing
Money on my mind and I dont know what else to think
All your thoughts is thots and they only love ya bank
Heard she was a thot so I let her give me brain
Grew up in the hood dirty dishes kitchen sink
Grew up way to fast I was watching kid and play
Money been the motive we grew up on section 8
Where them boys be in the kitchen water whipping till it bake
My niggas they some trappers I swear all you do is act
That ass is so retarded I swear all it do is
Cute face nice thin waist with an
Shorty got back and morvy calling Dib
Imma rude bwoy I might hit her and her friend
Imma rude bwoy never sweat no chick again
Shorty broke ya heart and you was with her till the end
Well jersey made it work he just made another flip
Rico suave Papi Morvabelly get it in
Fronting for the women never do that shit again
Keep it real with your self I said that from the start
Blood just make you fam but that loyalty go far
Boy I'm dropping jewels man I should've been a preacher
Boy you hella dumb man I should've been ya teacher
If you moving right then you wont trip over ya feeta
Keep ya grass low I'm standing firm I'm in my cleata

Im a real nigga just might run off with ya thang
Big belly rude bwoy I'm heading to the bank
Im getting money while ya money funny
Boy ya bitch is on my line you out here hunting for her
Boy why you hunting for her
Im from the trap and I aint going back
I get a pack and flip a pack
I get a pack and flip another pack
Im from the trap you know I'm going squeeze
I see an op I shoot it out thats how its goin be
Ya
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Im a rude bwoy I might run off with ya thing
Money on my mind and I dont know what else to think
All your thoughts is thots and they only love ya bank
Heard she was a thot so I let her give me brain
Grew up in the hood dirty dishes kitchen sink
Grew up way to fast I was watching kid and play
Money been the motive we grew up on section 8
Where them boys be in the kitchen water whipping till it bake
My niggas they some trappers I swear all you do is act
That ass is so retarded I swear all it do is
Cute face nice thin waist with an
Shorty got back and morvy calling Dib
Imma rude bwoy I might hit her and her friend
Imma rude bwoy never sweat no chick again
Shorty broke ya heart and you was with her till the end
Well jersey made it work he just made another flip
Rico suave Papi Morvabelly get it in
Fronting for the women never do that shit again
Keep it real with your self I said that from the start
Blood just make you fam but that loyalty go far
Boy I'm dropping jewels man I should've been a preacher
Boy you hella dumb man I should've been ya teacher
If you moving right then you wont trip over ya feeta
Keep ya grass low I'm standing firm I'm in my cleata

Im a real nigga just might run off with ya thang
Big belly rude bwoy I'm heading to the bank
Im getting money while ya money funny
Boy ya bitch is on my line you out here hunting for her
Boy why you hunting for her
Im from the trap and I aint going back
I get a pack and flip a pack
I get a pack and flip another pack
Im from the trap you know I'm going squeeze
I see an op I shoot it out thats how its goin be
Ya
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Writer: Morvyn Belice
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