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letra de jesse owens - rowdy rebel

lyrics from snippet

[intro: rowdy rebel]
grrr, boom
ayy (c’mon)
ayo, nav, wassup, bruh? [?]
ah-ah-ahh (gang, brrr)

[chorus: rowdy rebel]
back in my zone and i’m focused (uh-huh)
please don’t start no commotion (nah)
y’all playing, we upping, we throwing (we throwing)
ain’t gotta think twice, i’m blowing (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, grrr)
me and nav on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growing
i done touched down and i ran up a bag so fast, like i’m jesse owens
i got yo’ b-tch and she hoeing (she hoeing)
chain on my neck, that sh-t glowing (that sh-t glowing)
ice on my wrist, that sh-t frozen (that sh-t frozen)
straight to the top, where we going (where we going)
i’m fresh out the can, ain’t bussin’ no xan, that’s why i’m moving in slow motion (slow motion)
i bust a dance to hold up my pants to make sure my glock ain’t showing

[verse: nav]
got the drop on a opp, where is he? (where is he?)
slidе in that corner, get busy (get busy)
look at my chain, shе get frisky, i’m rocking elliot diamonds, no kizzy (no cap)
all my shooters giving out head taps, i ain’t goin’ inside no club wit’ no bl!cky
me and yo’ girlfriend stayed at my show and i signed 3 letters on her titty (nav)
gs9, xo, beating yo’ wig back, 4-5-6, get a headcrack…
got a two tone glock, got a yellow bone b-tch with a two door drop…

wanna turn me, i’m a rebel like rowdy, when i’m in my city
[?] body
so much money, think i joined illuminati (yeah)

[chorus: rowdy rebel]
back in my zone with no focus (uh-huh)
please don’t start no commotion (nah)
y’all playing, we upping, we blowing (we blowing)
ain’t gotta think twice, i’m blowing (grrr)
me and nav on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growing
i done touched down and i ran up a bag so fast, like i’m jesse owens
i got yo’ b-tch and she hoeing (she hoeing)
chain on my neck, that sh-t glowing (that sh-t glowing)
ice on my wrist, that sh-t frozen (that sh-t frozen)
straight to the top, where we going (where we going)
i’m fresh out the can, ain’t bussin’ no xan, that’s why i’m moving in slow motion (slow motion)
i bust a dance to hold up my pants to make sure my glock ain’t showing

- rowdy rebel

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