Nkenji Keke - Rudeboy

Used to spend my nights out in a barroom Liquor was the only love I've known But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom And brought me back from being too far gone You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of brandy And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time I've looked for love in all the same old places Found the bottom of a bottle always dry But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey

He's like I'm running myself crazy, huh We gonn' keep gunning every time the kids come out We ain't going to see nothing the fuckers didn't say about I'm going to let you now I'll take it out Uh Keke I met her in miami To get some where on the old block Leave me When I say my family I miss I don't know about I'm greedy You mind if I'm stayin' I ain't even going out I'm bleeding But they gonn let you reason they want to see the ghost come out I threw my feelings in the drink We gonn' keep killin' by the pain 'Cause smoke in the air I swear I feel it when it rain If we gonn keep it clear, it ain't fair The say niggas can't swing Pop the top, loose the brain The way that nigga be living They think I'm insane He got shot soon as he came My nigga alright And then he died I feel ashamed Miss fat a Chopper I let it bang My house get taken I know the pain I ain't feel a thing, Mh Bought a glock like fuck a rain Cause she might have to slang it And aim it all at your brain, Mh Nigga I've been swithing lanes Flex I part no Percozet Now I'm through the same Mh Nigga I didn't brought so much different flames 'Cause I'd rather be alive than My niggas putting on my name Mh He's like I'm running myself crazy, huh We gonn' keep gunning every time the kids come out, Mh We ain't going to see nothing the fuckers didn't say about, Mh I'm going to let it nothin' out now I'll take it out Uh Keke I met her in Miami To get some where on the old block Leave me When I say my family leavin' this house I don't know about you I'm greedy You mind if I'm stayin' I ain't even going out Shit, I'm bleeding But they gonn' let you reason they want to see the ghost come out I didn't know you was feeling pain I didn't know you was feeling I didn't know you was feeling pain I didn't know you was feeling pain

1: Ohana Bam] Leave it from behind she lookin' back at her back Now you she that [?] that's on her bag, look at that She look like [?] Keke, what's the gag She don't gag Let her know that she can meet me at my [?] we could chat I might pull up the the [?] in a Jag' with my last Tell her get up [?] and she say I make her mad Think she really only like me for my swag Throw the flag Know I love it when she shake it then [?] Make it clap, clap Boy you like the way I move (Okay what's up?) You like the way I move (I do, I do) Show me how much you do (Okay, okay) I'm all you gotta lose (I know, I know) Can't be that hard too chose (Flick) All these other women here is just a decoys (Flick) All these other women here not in your league (Flick) Who you choosing? Is you choosing their mami, boy It's their mami, boy Let me know Okay, okay You liking what you see Beg for it on your knees I said beg for it on your knees Don't care about who sees Come here get what you need You can't do as you please Oh 'til I say [?] I might pull up the the [?] in a Jag' with my last Tell her get up [?] and she say I make her mad Think she really only like me for my swag Throw the flag Know I love it when she shake it then [?] Make it clap, clap Boy you like the way I move (Okay what's up?) You like the way I move (I do, I do) Show me how much you do (Okay, okay) I'm all you gotta lose (I know, I know) Can't be that hard too chose (Flick) All these other women here is just a decoys (Flick) All these other women here not in your league (Flick) Who you choosing? Is you choosing their mami, boy It's their mami, boy Let me known 3: Ohana Bam] Leave it from behind she lookin' back at her back Now you she that [?] that's on her bag, look at that She look like [?] Keke, what's the gag She don't gag Let her know that she can meet me at my [?] we could chat I might... (You might what) I might... (You might what) I might pull up to the [?] (You might what) (You might what)

Yeah Brokeland, brokeland, brokeland Yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't wanna be in brokeland no more) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Once upon a time in a broke land Them girls just dey fall hand E bad as e bad if you be poor man 'Cause they no dey hear that one This life is freaking so hard (So hard) But you're gonna make it somehow (Somehow) And you're gonna take it so far (So far) (You're gonna take it so far) This thing wey dey call money Nobody fit call you honey If you no get am, you are just a dummy To them girls, you are acting funny This thing wey dey call money Nobody fit call you honey If you no get am, you are just a dummy To them girls, you are acting funny In this life Money must be made oh Nobody be your mate oh Go ask Bill Gates oh In this life (In this life) Money must be made oh Nobody be your mate oh Go ask Bill Gates oh, yeah If you want to know who you really are (Are) Check your pocket, that is who you are That will surely take you very far Make you keep hustling, gotta chase the bag 'Cause everyday no be holiday (Holiday) But sometimes na the rainy day (Rainy day) Just dey find where the money dey (Dey find where the money dey) This thing wey dey call money Nobody fit call you honey If you no get am, you are just a dummy To them girls, you are acting funny This thing wey dey call money Nobody fit call you honey If you no get am, you are just a dummy To them girls, you are acting funny In this life Money must be made oh Nobody be your mate oh Go ask Bill Gates oh In this life (In this life) Money must be made oh Nobody be your mate oh Go ask Bill Gates oh, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't wanna be in brokeland no more) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't wanna be in brokeland no more) This thing wey dey call money Nobody fit call you honey If you no get am, you are just a dummy To them girls, you are acting funny This thing wey dey call money Nobody fit call you honey If you no get am, you are just a dummy To them girls, you are acting funny In this life Money must be made oh Nobody be your mate oh Go ask Bill Gates oh In this life (In this life) Money must be made oh Nobody be your mate oh Go ask Bill Gates oh