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wooh da kid - rude boy كلمات أغنية

[hook]x2
blood clot, roll up blood clot weed right now
rude boy, don’t be rude boy or get shot down
high as f-ck
geeking like i’m marley b-tch come try your luck
homicide another track, hurry put your lighters up

[verse 1: wooh da kid]
gun shots bangin’ from the back block
my strap c-cked up and down
fiends running in and out the trap spot
late at night, don’t get caught slipping better have your gun
front a young boy off a pack and he bound to run
fn, keep it fully loaded, i ain’t flexing
i just went hard f-cking brittaney and her best friend
rude boy, i don’t f-ck with rude boy you food boy
we don’t f-ck with snake n-ggas we know you a geek boy

[hook]x2

[verse 2: project pat]
homicidal, must be suicidal
running off this vital, desert rifle
we can get gangsta’, like a disciple
blacked out, with the strap out
ran your fat mouth, to the wrong b-tch
gun in chest blew your back out
dope sold to the young and old
cup of purple code [?]
ferrarri swag play me like i’m slow
put a f-cking hole in his head
now a sh-t bag what the n-gga wearing
for the rest his life
but i tried to take his life

[hook]x2

[verse 3: wooh da kid]
atlanta where i stay, atl my home
north jamaica queens running through my bones
r.i.p. dunk tatted on my face
808’s quake ‘tino drop the b-ss
blood clot, rude boy, hurry roll the weed now
rude boy, wooh da i’m the king with the f-cking crown
high as f-ck geeking like i’m marley and my uncle snoop
try your luck, you gonna need an army just to f-ck with wooh

[hook]x2

- wooh da kid

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