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Rowdy (Ft. Machine Gun Kelly)

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Rowdy (Ft. Machine Gun Kelly)

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If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

Catfish Billy

Comin' straight out of Alabama

Yeah, that side of town with the bootleggin' to minors, hammers

Flip flop on the paint job like your mama's sandals

Prepared, got my clique, homie, I'm cockin' hammers

You pop out my lane, doggie, I drive a van and slam into your Phantom

Take a can of paint and vandalize your camper

L-A-M to the E, fuck the police

Bangin' inside the Chevy Caprice

N.W.A, I'm from the trap

Not from a little house on the prairie, yeah

Mama used to whoop that backside, I took that Bible belt

Ever since then, it's been, "Yes ma'am," and, "Mama, how can I help?"

Take a bucket to the well

Bringin' water to the house

Get your ass off of the couch

Bitch, I grew up in the South

PBJ and paper towels

Mama never did get child support for the boy, but I was never let down

She was choppin' up the pounds, so I learned how to double up on an ounce

Fuckin' kids these days (Days)

Y'all got some lip these days (Days)

Poppin' Xannies and rappin', go to your crib and play (Play)

Put that back in your fanny pack, we don't pistol wave (Wave)

So don't get mad if you get hit when that shit ricochets

No need to be macho (Yeah), I put on a rock show (Yeah)

You may see some albino gorillas from the Congo (Yeah)

You may see some black folks from the projects flexin' all gold (Yeah)

Disrespect the culture, motherfucker, then we all go

Jump in that Slumerican moshpit and bury that nonsense

Take a shot of Creek Water and get with the chaotic order of my clique

Whether I'm droppin' a pop hit or mobbin' with Three Six

I got my city on my back, a crown for a hat

I'm a king where I sit, I'm 'bout it

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (You 'bout it), say you rowdy (You 'bout it)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

I bought a '53 Pontiac and then I got a guitar to match it

Everythin' manual except for the semi-automatic, hah

Pull up in traffic, my passengers look like a beauty pageant

Pupils is bigger than tennis rackets

Went from Oodles of Noodles to Cobb salads

Now I'm mob status, uh

Fuck fame, what you sayin'? These ain't games

Don't be playin' with my motherfuckin' name, ho

(Ho, you know they call me)

Top Gun, never run

Bitch, I'm maverick on the bike, magic with the pipe

Fuck her, make her cum (Uh)

She want a star (Uh)

I'm a rock and roller but my jewelry alone is a supernova

Got these glasses on me like I'm in the solar

Ain't nobody colder, call that bipolar

Tell them: Bye, bitches, I ain't Casanova

I'm a rollin' stone, gotta meet a quota

Drank the bar until all that they had was soda

'Bout it, 'bout it like I'm from the Nolia

I'm a motherfuckin' soldier (Ayy)

Always rollin' up the doja (Ayy)

Maintain composure (Ayy)

Nickname King Cobra (Ayy)

Came from workin' at the store but (Ayy)

These brown bags not Krogers (No)

The green leaves not clovers (No)

Lucky Charms with the Folgers

Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight

Ridin' by the lake, double X's on my license plate

(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in the place

So if they wanna hate, say it to my face then

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

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