Vic Mensa - Rowdy lyrics

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Vic Mensa - Rowdy lyrics

f** you and f** your mama, f** your family f** everybody that care about you f** your whole life, goodbye" HOOLIGANS! Back the f** up! Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy (yeah!) f** up the street! (f** it up) Run up, tweak (run it up) Call up Police (police at?) The problem is me! (problem is me) I'm rowdy, we rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy I walk in the spot I don't dance (uh) I got my Glock in my pants (uhh) Call up the gang and they mans (uh) Call up the gang and they mans (woo!) Gang, gang in this sh** Let me make an introduction b**h, yo' face can meet my fist (fight me then!) f** a fight, I keep my gliz I'm on 53 where Nikko live Ain't got no son that's on my kids (HOOLIGANS!) SaveMoney Still Alive, n***a Still bangin' on the 6 and on the 5, n***a Who wanna slide, n***a? (where you at) On 47th, that's what we reppin f** the number after 11 b**h, I been with Joey Purp and gang, gang since '07 I don't say names, n***as steady g**n Boy you need a ref, you false flagging And I can't get caught lacking I'm about that proaction I keep that strap on me And my [?] sagging Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy (yeah!) f** up the street! (f** it up) Run up, tweak (run it up) Call up Police (police at?) The problem is me! (problem is me) I'm rowdy, we rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy I walk in the spot I don't dance (uh) I got my Glock in my pants (uhh) Call up the gang and they mans (uh) Call up the gang and they mans [Verse 2: G Herbo] Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy (yeah!) f** up the street! (f** it up) Run up, tweak (run it up) Call up Police (police at?) The problem is me! (problem is me) I'm rowdy, we rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy I walk in the spot I don't dance (uh) I got my Glock in my pants (uhh) Call up the gang and they mans (uh) Call up the gang and they mans SaveMoney Still Alive "Aye, why you be tryin' to send it up wit' everybody, bro? f**, motherf**ers on that! Ain't no one-on-ones, b**h!"

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