Jesse Owens Lyrics – Rowdy Rebel
Jesse Owens – Lyrics Rowdy Rebel
Jesse Owens is the latest song released by Rowdy Rebel. Jesse Owens is from latest album named RR1
Songs Credit :
Song – Jesse Owens
Artist – Rowdy Rebel
Album – RR1
Jesse Owens Lyrics – Rowdy Rebel
Uh, haha, yes, grr, haha, woah
Ah, boom, ah-ah, ha, come on, boom, ayy
Ayo, NAV, what’s up, bro? Backed in my zone
And, yeah, I’ll put some more nigga shit, ah-ah-ah (Gang, brr, huh?)
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’
Gotta drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?)
Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy)
Look at my chain, shit get frisky
I’m rockin’ Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap)
All my shooters givin’ out head taps
I ain’t goin’ inside no club with no blicky
Got your girl backstage at my show
And I signed three letters on her titty (That’s “NAV”)
GS9, XO, pushin’ your wig back
4-5-6, get a head crack
Drivin’ inside the foreign
Watch everybody move every time I back, back
Most of these people gon’ fold under pressure
Your big homie turned to a rat, rat (Rat)
Gettin’ free bands, I’m gettin’ to the guap
Like Tarantino, I got racks, racks (Racks)
Two-tone dollar, got a two-tone Glock
Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop
Do it for the thrill, my shooters do drill
In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops
Run into me, I’m a rebel like Rowdy
When I’m in my city, I feel like John Gotti
Put some respect on my body
So much money, think I joined ‘Luminati (Yeah)
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’
I’m off the Addy, I’m geekin’ (I’m geekin’)
I’m in the spot, I’m tweakin’ (I’m tweakin’)
We might just up for no reason (No reason)
All of my diamonds is freezin’ (Freezin’)
All of my diamonds from Eric the Jeweler, he make my shit cooler
My diamonds is wet like a sewer
I told him to bust up my shooters
‘Cause all of my shooters, they gon’ take care of the mula (Woo)
Slide through your block with a MAC (With a MAC)
I ain’t talkin’ bout no sleeze (No sleeze)
I’m talkin’ ’bout this .30, attached (Attached)
Check this MAC, I got in the V (Woah)
I’m in the back of the Bach with a MAC
I’m tryna clear off the scene (Off the scene)
I got my bitch in the car, she drivin’
She ain’t gon’ tell what she see (See, woah)
I make her bust off a Perc’ (Off a Perc’)
Then make her get down on her knees (On her knees)
I put my Glock in her purse (Her purse)
‘Cause it show in my Amiri jeans (Jeans)
I got a bitch that’s a nurse (A nurse)
She always take care of my needs (My needs)
All of my hot boys on go (On go)
They all gon’ put on for the team (For the team)
Bet you they cover they mouth (They mouth)
They ain’t gon’ talk or speak (Shh)
They gon’ just drip when you park (What?)
And run up that shmoney machine
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’ (Grrah)
Showin’, showin’, showin’
Jesse Owens Lyrics Rowdy Rebel
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