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letra de fleeting - rylo rodriguez

(verse 1)
fn on tour with em
50k on me no folding
told the hood b-tch to keep rolling
streets deep still dove in
got the full speed press night drain
want a black b-tch don’t do lightskin
got (?) luggage my flight sent
got a scamming patna just swiped them
n-ggas up the road, spending millions up on foreign cars
i can’t give no love, i rather buy the b-tch some chrome heart
pay for p-ssy, wrong part
push start, which car
hunnid shots, which bar
(?) unlimited out the (?)
surf the right wave just don’t go overboard
backwood it got sharklatto, just left out the ocean for it
n-ggas saying it’s smoke, but if it’s smoke i’m coming to smoke you for it
finna stick my d-ck up in her throat and break her vocal chords
can’t go out like him i’m a real one
can’t be wit that boy he a lil one
what you see whеn you look in the mirror
im seeing flawless im seeing power
hе walk in the car lot and pick it
i don’t think he will these n-ggas just (?)
i drove to the church in a demon
don’t matter cause i put the (?) in a (?)
(verse 2)
when you die only time they gon miss you
waiting list, not for clothes, just for vehicle
gave away all my sneaker, i still got issues
a ghost, put that money up and watch a (?) do
put that money in the bag and watch it suffocate
i ain’t tripping, don’t care the b-tch leave i bought another rake
real numbers, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, i came from section 8
imma a rapper f-ck around and beat the block up like i’m section 8
had a hoe from london, she was tripping i told her whatever mate
bought a rollie look like it came from heaven i still was h-lla late
really hood, n-gga foreign cool, imma drive a chevelle
she said never say never so i told her get up she can’t never stay
rip (?) tell the projects we forever straight
that hoe call me daddy, imma hot boy, she ain’t resonate
i’m a savage i need a jason mask
she nasty, she get a birkin bag
the fastest, look at the speed on dash
bought carrots, i’m goin vegan swag
(verse 3)
jackboy get bl!cked on
can’t do no diss song
know a scamming b-tch from baltimore
got more moves than chris brown
trunk in the hood swapped out
street sweeper no mops out
hoe a dime but she bopped out
go to funeral n-ggas dieing for a clout
even though he had a bond i gotta bail you know
got n-ggas up in heaven that prolly went to h-ll you know
don’t make you a real n-gga cause you’ve been to jail you know
i know you gon pay me ‘till the day i tell you no
n-ggas act like b-tches so i bought some automatic pumps
say she wanna sugar daddy i’m (?) but i ain’t (?)
it’s like i walk to the motor and told it you can have the trunk

- rylo rodriguez

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