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Rumble lyrics

Performers Powers PleasantJoey Bada$$

Rumble song lyrics by Powers Pleasant official

Rumble is a song in English

(It's Brooklyn)
Keep it trill, y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with Badass, man
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the fuck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh, yeah)

This that
Twenty-four left on that shock clock
Clutchin' on my five-five, aim that shit right at your top 5
Shooting my shot, I won't miss
I'm on his matha, click-clack
Me and your bitch, we stay connected like Wi-Fi
I never lie on my dick
She ain't a stripper but she want me leave in the tip
Did you get that?
Don't let it go over your head, this ain't Sci-Fi (no)
I got the game in a horror clip right now
Walk out the booth and it look like a sauna, woo
They seen me on TV so they know that I'm with the drama
We ain't got nothin' in common
You kill 'em with kindness, I kill 'em with commas
Acting like I don't see comments
Excuse me, who are you, again? ¿Como te llama?
You are not my friend and I am not the Daila Lama
I keep a couple of choppas
They call me Joey Montana 'fore we have problems, bitch

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the fuck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the fuck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move

More money more problems (uh)
Me and my partners, we took a trip to the islands
Spent a chill night at Ramada, that's ghetto
I just got back and I'm wildin'
Looking for opps, if you see 'em, tell 'em I said, "Hello"
These niggas must be in hidin'
These niggas must need remindin' that they are not on my level
Bitch, I'm high up like falsetto
Bury 'em deep and I don't need a shovel
I am a God, how could I worship the Devil?
This that
Olympic Gold medal shit
This is Black excellence, make it look effortless
Fuck out my face, I ain't tryna settle this
Shoot for the stars, bitch, I could never miss
Ain't giving no fuck like I'm celibate
Bitch, I'm, hot, hot like a teakettle get
I'm at my boiling point
Smoke a opp when I'm rolling my joint
Full speed, I won't stop for the oink
Gt3 go erks, erks
Make my opps so thirst, thirst
Leave 'em dead in the dirt, dirt
Put 'em all on a shirt, shirt
I'ma hit 'em where it hurt, hurt, hurt

Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the fuck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
Move out my way
Before this get violent
Move, move, move (before this get violent)
Get the fuck out my face
You don't want these problems
Move, move, move (uh)
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Powers Pleasant
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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