"Rude" lyrics

Rude
Yo, it ain't my fault, don't mean to be rude
Link up front left, yeah, I'm in the mood
This one a banger, this one a tune
This one
Badger
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From London City got a bad attitude
Done it all, what else do I gotta prove?
French tips and the body suit, everything nude
Locked in, yo, better stay tuned 'cause we're going on rude
Pulling up in twin coupes
Been cheered, I been booed
All this sauce I accrued
Fans getting tattooed
Glad I ain't nuttin like you
Direct and we live
Like the crowd on this side
Been low, I been I high
Nothing disturbing my vibe
Shit's about to get, shit's about to get

Rude
Yo, it ain't my fault, don't mean to be rude
Link up front left, yeah, I'm in the mood
This one a banger, this one a tune
This one
This one rude

As rude as it gets
They say good things don't come easy no more
I'll stay if bring in your friend
My bro just loaded a re-make
The party jump
Get my tip at the end
Rap or trap, we made it look clean
2k on my teeth
And the chain was 10
Bring back hating, I'm started the trend
Pass me the zoot, don't pass me azul
I ain't tryna pass out or lose my temper
Ten-tens and they're all on my guest list
Fuck out my section, I ain't tryna be rude
Red notes, see my 32 teeth
But I won't pick the phone if the notes come blue
Money my language, I speak in digits
Get out my face, don't tell me I'm

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Yo, it ain't my fault, don't mean to be rude
Link up front left, yeah, I'm in the mood
This one a banger, this one a tune
This one
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