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letra de leaks - rylo rodriguez

[intro]
(go crazy, ag)

[chorus]
made her f-ck the both of us the first day that we met her
how the h-ll you fallin’ for her? we just flipped this ho together
how you surprised [?]? my day-one, he got jealous
lil’ bro threw his life away, i pray his lawyer malik willis
had the bags in the project home, grew up around steppers
i’m the only rapper but somehow, all my n-ggas got records

[verse]
got her b00bs did for her, made her go up a shirt size
ask who else i bought some titties, i sent her picture to four-five
my lil’ sister had a baby, i d-mn near took all a perc’ 5
not kickin’ with ’em ’cause they grew up with me for real
tired of fake dapping, you n-ggas don’t f-ck with me for real
r.i.p. to [?], how they do that to a lil’ girl?
know you used to wake up every morning hoping they k!ll that n-gga
i’m goin’ to heaven ’cause when the other side die, i feel a lil’ better
i wished he would’ve never threw that party, [?] still be with us
knowin’ i ain’t the one to pull the trigger, sometimes i still forget
“d-mn, lil’ bro, why you trippin’? you got n-ggas ’round who’ll k!ll for you”
would you rather take they pistol? ho, you know you wrong, you ’round here f-ckin’ all these n-ggas
[?], he just found out that his child ain’t his lil’ one
you know that sh-t k!lled him
tryna milk the game, my nieces and nephews, they need similac
n-ggas puttin’ insurance on themselves all on the internet
playin’ police games, think a n-gga gon’ say, “f-ck it”
h-ll nah, every time i see that sh-t, i’m gonna up it
i don’t respect the gangster, seen straight through you, why you lie to me?
you don’t even know me, how the f-ck is you gon’ die for me?
shots left him on the rocks, ar sing just like pnb
[?] never home, we send a b-tch to see where they airbnb
we slide, gotta leave your phone, we don’t trust the dnd
my dog died, and the expiration date on gb
i done seen k!llers go from clubhouse to pc
why didn’t n0body tell me they was strict on gun laws in d.c.?
i’m on papers in mobile, out in florida, get me a ppv
first tape went number one, name another artist blew up off leaks?
all them n-ggas on that case with you got time, so how you out free?
they ain’t tat it on my face, look in the mirror, it remind me
i was can’t be f-cked with before dominique signed me
interrogation, i know you gon’ fold ’cause you crying
i’ll never rat, picked the pencils up and drew findling
nah, where my lawyer at? i don’t wanna talk to you folk
one of my day-ones on that mojo, it got him doin’ bad
his mindset still stuck with the young n-ggas
livin’ to buy fits, what about your jits? you livin’ in the past, you trippin’
[chorus]
made her f-ck the both of us the first day that we met her
how the h-ll you fallin’ for her? we just flipped this ho together
how you surprised [?]? my day-one, he got jealous
lil’ bro threw his life away, i pray his lawyer malik willis
had the bags in the project home, grew up around steppers
i’m the only rapper but somehow, all my n-ggas got records

[outro]
went and got hammer switches soon as she left the porch
the only time he bustin’ for nothing is on the fourth

- rylo rodriguez

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