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letra de equal dirt - rylo rodriguez

[intro]
(stephan spazzin)

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
whole month straight, i was gettin’ high, you had left me at my lowest
i wasn’t ready for no kid then, happy that you got abortion
you doing makeup on the same ho i was sneakin’ on you with
i’m dapping up the same n-gga you was creepin’ on me with
and we thought we got past that
you told me that was our last time
i thought you got past that, your actions giving matt ryan
i seen you got a new man and a lil’ one on the way too
i remember not havin’ no car, but for you, i’m on the way through
hate that happened to you
i shed a tear when they said your n-gga k!lled you, so many memories
i go to our facebook just to look at our old messages
i was out in houston, i went to readin’ our old texts
i’m not bеing insecure, i just know that i’m on your brother
you thе first lady i ever took serious and i’m far from being a buster
i’m not a fool, go tie your shoes, we not a couple
goin’ in your purse, you f-cked around and dropped a rubber
“who this for?” ’cause you my b-tch and we be f-ckin’ raw, every time
“b-tch, who this for?”
like, b-tch, stop playin’ before i, nevermind

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
if lovin’ you is wrong, i don’t wanna be right
if being right means being without you, i’d rather live a wrong doing life
oh, she gon’ leave you if you go back broke today
oh, she gon’ leave you if you go back broke today
long as i got you by my side, then they can talk ’bout what they wanna
then i don’t even care what them other people say
[verse 2: rylo rodriguez]
i remember them and now i’m solo, hit his ho, now they ain’t friends
and [?] gone for so long, he went to trial, but they ain’t win
she gotta pull up on me, long live trouble, i ain’t stayin’ nowhere
i don’t give a f-ck where we at, ben simmons, i ain’t playin’ nowhere
can’t believe you told, yeah, my dog said he can
even though we stand-up n-ggas, that don’t mean go take the stand
[?] sledgehammer [?]
got the driver waitin’ for ya at baggage claim when you fly in
i’m doin’ this rap sh-t here for us, for all us
you a reflection of me, so whatever you do, they gon’ blame me for it
you [?] when you report
fully auto, he died in a shootout even though he started it
“rylo ain’t go no motion, he flexin’ baby money like p artist”
why the f-ck you try to play me like a decoy?
why the f-ck you ain’t tell me what time your plane was finna depart?
nah, for real, you need to stop it, yeah, ion’t like being toxic

- rylo rodriguez

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