President T - Nah, Rudeboy lyrics

[Verse 1: President T] Can't get a round of applause When I say President T, everybody pause Take another MC straight to the shores When I come around, I'm taking jaws Stand man up in a line I don't wanna hear no flaws I know man that'll take off doors And go through the wardrobe taking drawers Nah, rudeboy, too busy watching As the Hennessy pours When I was a yout man, I had chores Put another MC to sleep And I ain't talking the one that comes with snores I don't wanna hear that talk that's trending Prez, thanks for attending Your whole career in grime is pending [Hook: President T] Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy Nah, rudeboy [Verse 2: P Money] Oi, rudie Word to Chip, yo, dem man are bookey I heard all your talk about shoot me, about "who's he?" Tell him I run this scene, just me on my Js Like Jamie, Joseph and Julie R1 plus Uzi When I premiere shots, red carpet like the movies Fight till I die like Bruce Lee Lyric for lyric or bullet for bullet, you'll lose, G Win, especially when the feds lose me Red light, barring it, bus lane violator Think I'd let ticket man abuse me? You've gone mad, cuz I'll drapse that p**yhole back, blud (come here) And make sure he picks his ticket back up f** 39s, I've got one for backup [Hook: President T] Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy Nah, rudeboy [Verse 3: President T] It's not Guns & Roses You better know, T on the wing exposes Get to my online store, if it ever closes Strap another zoot of the Mary But I ain't chilling with Moses Nah, rudeboy, these MCs I will never employ Nah, rudeboy, I said nah, rudeboy Please don't move like you're on the sidelines Little does he know, I wrote the guidelines Check out my rhymes, take a backseat and watch As the President climbs They would all rather see me do crimes Won't see the greatest take in lines Won't see the greatest take in lip Going on loose, but I ain't sinking a ship [Hook: President T] Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy Nah, rudeboy