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Rhude Boy Video (MV)




Performed By: laurent
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Kevin Jackson, Steven Williams




laurent - Rhude Boy Lyrics




Yeah
Tried to tell these niggas man
But they wasn't ready

Rhude Summer
Volume one

Aye
Aye
Look

I just copped some Rhude, boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood boy
(No photos)
Seven Falls
Got my new shit dropping soon boy
(Dropping soon)
When they call
Don't pick it up
I don't assume

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

I been running shit
From NY to the coast, now
(To the coast)
Put myself on
I ain't even need the co-sign
Old ting hit me up like
Can I fall thru just like old times
I been back and forth
I got shit poppin bitch on both sides

Water Fiji
(Water Fiji)
Top Rhuigi
(Top Rhuigi)
Got different seasons, dog
Shit way too easy
(Way to, way to)
I see they scheming
(See they scheming)
That ting go blocka blocka
Give me a reason
You could tell my niggas eating
I might
Pop up in yo city
All I ever do is flex
Lotta niggas who don't like me
But they give me that respect
I see bitches I done hit
That wanna claim me as a ex
Hit Miami call me Khaled
They keep screaming we the best

I just copped some Rhude, boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy
Still No Photos
(No photos)
I ain't even in the mood boy
Seven Falls
Got my new shit dropping soon boy
(Dropping soon)
When they call
Don't pick it up
I don't assume

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

Coupe just hit a 100
Better stay off in your lane
I'm
Running up a check up again
My routine stay the same
Bitches talking like they crazy
Hoe my lil one came to bang
He like Harden with the range
Why this flow so hall of fame
How this hoe gon fix her mouth
To say some shit
Then say she playing
Lame
Bitch I could do this on my own
I don't even need the choppa
I could line em with the scope
Tired of f*ckin with the bleachers
Tryna get down with the pros
All these shots I'm putting up
Are my opponents even close
Hah
Shit I don't care and I don't know
Gotta worry bout myself
And no one else that's how it go
Stay finessing on the road
My advantage when I'm home
Game

I just copped some Rhude, boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood boy
(No photos)
Seven Falls
Got my new shit dropping soon boy
(Dropping soon)
When they call
Don't pick it up
I don't assume

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood
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Yeah
Tried to tell these niggas man
But they wasn't ready

Rhude Summer
Volume one

Aye
Aye
Look

I just copped some Rhude, boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood boy
(No photos)
Seven Falls
Got my new shit dropping soon boy
(Dropping soon)
When they call
Don't pick it up
I don't assume

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

I been running shit
From NY to the coast, now
(To the coast)
Put myself on
I ain't even need the co-sign
Old ting hit me up like
Can I fall thru just like old times
I been back and forth
I got shit poppin bitch on both sides

Water Fiji
(Water Fiji)
Top Rhuigi
(Top Rhuigi)
Got different seasons, dog
Shit way too easy
(Way to, way to)
I see they scheming
(See they scheming)
That ting go blocka blocka
Give me a reason
You could tell my niggas eating
I might
Pop up in yo city
All I ever do is flex
Lotta niggas who don't like me
But they give me that respect
I see bitches I done hit
That wanna claim me as a ex
Hit Miami call me Khaled
They keep screaming we the best

I just copped some Rhude, boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy
Still No Photos
(No photos)
I ain't even in the mood boy
Seven Falls
Got my new shit dropping soon boy
(Dropping soon)
When they call
Don't pick it up
I don't assume

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

Coupe just hit a 100
Better stay off in your lane
I'm
Running up a check up again
My routine stay the same
Bitches talking like they crazy
Hoe my lil one came to bang
He like Harden with the range
Why this flow so hall of fame
How this hoe gon fix her mouth
To say some shit
Then say she playing
Lame
Bitch I could do this on my own
I don't even need the choppa
I could line em with the scope
Tired of f*ckin with the bleachers
Tryna get down with the pros
All these shots I'm putting up
Are my opponents even close
Hah
Shit I don't care and I don't know
Gotta worry bout myself
And no one else that's how it go
Stay finessing on the road
My advantage when I'm home
Game

I just copped some Rhude, boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood boy
(No photos)
Seven Falls
Got my new shit dropping soon boy
(Dropping soon)
When they call
Don't pick it up
I don't assume

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood

I just copped some Rhude boy
Now I feel like a Rhude boy

Still No Photos
I ain't even in the mood
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Writer: Kevin Jackson, Steven Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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