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letra de don't miss - rylo rodriguez

[intro]
(nile, i hear you)
(d-mn, kai, you goin’ krazy)
g way

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
g way, i like to flex with [?]
if we run out of gas, go electric mode
[?]
no trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
tryna nut on her face, i won’t miss your nose
she want [?] i ain’t kissing a ho
whole team [?] gon’ pick and roll
and we carrying the guns and i missed the show
f-ck these [?] we stand on
your brother look bad, put your mans on
a wide body, she got a tan on
f-ck the boots, i slid with my pans on
what the h-ll i look like doing a diss song?
i’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em
(pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
i’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
said trapping is dеad, bring bags to the funeral
i don’t evеn [?] don’t care ’bout no rumors
[?] as long as you shooting
i just want the bread, you can keep the communion
i’m with [?] in the ‘vette [?]
my hood on my [?]
i watched some n-ggas go to jail and they turning snakes
[?] you tell me which way
i got some homies in jail
we sharpen our knives, that turn to a bl!ck
i’m going up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, i thought about meech
a lot of these n-ggas, they hoes and b-tches, so we on they wigs like [?]
[?] hot cheetoh, granny used to beat my ass [?]
your n-gga rat and i don’t need to talk about it
that boy got caught and agreed to talk about it
pistol, no, i cannot leave the house without it
[?] my shirt and my jeans is off-white
i got some [?]
if you need it to be cleaned, do your chores
i watched n-ggas go marry the game
they threw they controllers when they got divorced
[verse 2: jackboy]
bought a cartier ring, i can’t get divorced
fell in love with dior, would’ve thought i’m endorsed
all that dirty money, i’m not tryna do chores
shop when i land, show the mall no remorse
fly guy with bands, i could f-ck any wh0re
get sloppy top then don’t want her no more
f-ck all the opps, let’s go take ’em to war
running with sticks, that b-tch came with a sword
the game feeling strange, lames in it for fame
they going insane for a lil’ piece of change
i got that b-tch brain but didn’t get her name
i kicked that b-tch out, you made her your main
i figured it out, we just not the same
used to be broke, look what i became
i could buy a car with each of my chains
icy lil’ n-gga, gotta keep my flame
bustdown thotiana, no, i don’t do plain
picture perfect, i ain’t even need a frame
when i was broke, i was the only n-gga i could blame
now i’m balling hard throwings [?] in the paint
all these blue hundred make a broke ho faint
pull up back-to-back coupe, me and gang switching lanes
put the law on a chase, so much guns to explain
get an opp out the way, all my shooters got aim
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
g way, i like to flex with [?]
if we run out of gas, go electric mode
[?]
no trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
tryna nut on her face, i won’t miss your nose
she want [?] i ain’t kissing a ho
whole team [?] gon’ pick and roll
and we carrying the guns and i missed the show
f-ck these [?] we stand on
your brother look bad, put your mans on
a wide body, she got a tan on
f-ck the boots, i slid with my pans on
what the h-ll i look like doing a diss song?
i’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em
(pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
i’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em

- rylo rodriguez

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