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Drumma Boy - Rude lyrics
(Intro) I’m so rude Drive nothing but new schools Forgies It’s Guwop Drumma Boy Brick Squad Say I’m rude It’s Guwop (Bridge) b**hes tell me that I’m being rude (so) Baby tell me how I’m being rude (ho) I only talk to bad b**hes, that’s how I do (I got money b**h) That’s how I feel… (Hook) I don’t talk to broke n***as, I’m so rude I don’t talk to ugly b**hes, I’m so rude Got the loudest diamonds on, i know i'm rude And my car just painted loud, I know it’s rude I don’t talk to broke a** b**hes, I’m so rude I don’t talk to monkey n***as, I’m too rude I don’t drive no old schools, new schools And I’m pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies (Verse) b**hes say I’m rude, yet in the worst way I wouldn't bought yo a** a drink ho on yo birthday This H ain’t Hilfiger, b**h this H stand for Hermes Ya lay down with these dogs a** hoes they’'ll give you herpes These b**hes pa**in p**y out, I say no thank you Like my lil brother Nate, I give they a** Nathan Codeine so thick, this sh** look just like it’s Jack Daniels I’m not no liquor drinker, I prefer champagne Call me the black Hugh Hefner right in East Atlanta n***as handcuffin hoes and don’t read their miranda
Five hoes wearing Gucci Gucci leading by example So inflicted, my M6 I’m back, I love to gamble (Hook) I don’t talk to broke n***as, I’m so rude I don’t talk to ugly b**hes, I’m so rude Got this loud it’s down my zone, I know I’m rude And my car just painted loud, I know it’s rude I don’t talk to broke a** b**hes, I’m so rude I don’t talk to monkey n***as, I’m too rude I don’t drive no old schools, new schools And I’m pullin my new schools on tennis shoes Forgies (Verse) I’m so rude, I’m so motherf**in rude If you had this check then you would be rude too I don’t have to talk to you, don’t want to talk to you Ain’t no need to talk to you, no need to talk to you Go get some motherf**in money – what you ought to do No after thoughts cuz baby I no longer thought of you Say she’s a soccer mom, I guess she tricked some college dude And it ain’t bout him man, it’s all bout his wallet do She tryin to fight it, but my money I overpower you b**h don’t deny it, you know you like the way that bottles move My charger sittin on 6, it crawled down like a crawler do I’m not no bugga boo, b**h that’s that sh** that stalkers do It’s Gucci (Hook)