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Rumble Video (MV)




Performed By: Powers Pleasant
Featuring: Joey Bada$$
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Powers Pleasant




Powers Pleasant - Rumble Lyrics
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[ Featuring Joey Bada$$ ]

(It's Brooklyn)
Keep it trill, y'all niggas ain't f*ckin' with Badass, man
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh, yeah)

This that
Twenty-four left on that shock clock
Clutchin' on my five-five, aim that shit right at your top 5
Shooting my shot, I won't miss
I'm on his matha, click-clack
Me and your bitch, we stay connected like Wi-Fi
I never lie on my dick
She ain't a stripper but she want me leave in the tip
Did you get that?
Don't let it go over your head, this ain't Sci-Fi (no)
I got the game in a horror clip right now
Walk out the booth and it look like a sauna, woo
They seen me on TV so they know that I'm with the drama
We ain't got nothin' in common
You kill 'em with kindness, I kill 'em with commas
Acting like I don't see comments
Excuse me, who are you, again? ¿Como te llama?
You are not my friend and I am not the Daila Lama
I keep a couple of choppas
They call me Joey Montana 'fore we have problems, bitch

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move

More money more problems (uh)
Me and my partners, we took a trip to the islands
Spent a chill night at Ramada, that's ghetto
I just got back and I'm wildin'
Looking for opps, if you see 'em, tell 'em I said, "Hello"
These niggas must be in hidin'
These niggas must need remindin' that they are not on my level
Bitch, I'm high up like falsetto
Bury 'em deep and I don't need a shovel
I am a God, how could I worship the Devil?
This that
Olympic Gold medal shit
This is Black excellence, make it look effortless
F*ck out my face, I ain't tryna settle this
Shoot for the stars, bitch, I could never miss
Ain't giving no f*ck like I'm celibate
Bitch, I'm, hot, hot like a teakettle get
I'm at my boiling point
Smoke a opp when I'm rolling my joint
Full speed, I won't stop for the oink
Gt3 go erks, erks
Make my opps so thirst, thirst
Leave 'em dead in the dirt, dirt
Put 'em all on a shirt, shirt
I'ma hit 'em where it hurt, hurt, hurt

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
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English

(It's Brooklyn)
Keep it trill, y'all niggas ain't f*ckin' with Badass, man
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh, yeah)

This that
Twenty-four left on that shock clock
Clutchin' on my five-five, aim that shit right at your top 5
Shooting my shot, I won't miss
I'm on his matha, click-clack
Me and your bitch, we stay connected like Wi-Fi
I never lie on my dick
She ain't a stripper but she want me leave in the tip
Did you get that?
Don't let it go over your head, this ain't Sci-Fi (no)
I got the game in a horror clip right now
Walk out the booth and it look like a sauna, woo
They seen me on TV so they know that I'm with the drama
We ain't got nothin' in common
You kill 'em with kindness, I kill 'em with commas
Acting like I don't see comments
Excuse me, who are you, again? ¿Como te llama?
You are not my friend and I am not the Daila Lama
I keep a couple of choppas
They call me Joey Montana 'fore we have problems, bitch

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move

More money more problems (uh)
Me and my partners, we took a trip to the islands
Spent a chill night at Ramada, that's ghetto
I just got back and I'm wildin'
Looking for opps, if you see 'em, tell 'em I said, "Hello"
These niggas must be in hidin'
These niggas must need remindin' that they are not on my level
Bitch, I'm high up like falsetto
Bury 'em deep and I don't need a shovel
I am a God, how could I worship the Devil?
This that
Olympic Gold medal shit
This is Black excellence, make it look effortless
F*ck out my face, I ain't tryna settle this
Shoot for the stars, bitch, I could never miss
Ain't giving no f*ck like I'm celibate
Bitch, I'm, hot, hot like a teakettle get
I'm at my boiling point
Smoke a opp when I'm rolling my joint
Full speed, I won't stop for the oink
Gt3 go erks, erks
Make my opps so thirst, thirst
Leave 'em dead in the dirt, dirt
Put 'em all on a shirt, shirt
I'ma hit 'em where it hurt, hurt, hurt

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the f*ck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
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Writer: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Powers Pleasant
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.


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