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• Artiste: Rylo Rodriguez
• Titre: Bring Bac Act
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Being at my momma house finna make me turn myself in Something wrong I'm old enough to be a dad and I told him just spin Couldn't front him he had a bad credit you need a CPN I'm prayin', Scooby beat the case, they got him on the quarter Ain't heard from bro, he put shut up he turned into a hoarder Just got off trial, I gave JM my props, took it to the heart (Ten racks) I got news from the prison, he fuckin' that lil' boy Seen my brudda, we both in the field like Shiloh and Shedeur That Rollie plain, Patek still on bussin' just like Rosa Parks Them my opps, I'll pay you a dime if you stop they heart Talmout a dime, a pizza, a dimе, a hat And I'm smashin' on the top Chevy Xn Nigga drank so much, he namеd his kid Tristian (I thought you cool, but you [?] my double cup) Told her yes ma'am, but I'm not kitchen I cut her off, but I told her it was me On the real we just was bondin' funny I'm thinkin' of prayin' to get my nigga free I'm thinkin' about investing in a bonding company I told her yeall, and say misses mattress Soon as I drop my album, I'll be court ready Would of put a hundred on a nigga passin' I ain't never thought of sports bettin' So much love for the wock, I done named my daughter Kiki Yesterday spent twelve at repeat, we finna repeat I just seen a nigga net worth on Wiki I ain't used to have shit just spent two hundred on a BPE Me and Benwon like brothers, had the same struggles Free my fuckin' baby bro, we shared game consoles Ain't no fuckin' pints of act around if I ain't found 'em My nigga said he got a glass pint of red, why you lying? Simple, a nigga shoot at us then somebody dyin' When you seen real shit don't gotta rhyme 'bout it I got a plug got a whole case of Wockhardt for nine dollars My brother died in a Scat so I don't like Chargers Them niggas shot my crib up and fire bombed it I ain't cry about it, cause a couple niggas died before ya life started And that was in December Yeah, I forgave them fuck niggas but I still remember Real weed head just had a Bulk Billy Kimber I'm might come big Meech, one karat link to my belly button I was finna put hip but gon tell on some I understand you know it all but let me tell you somethin' Twelve years enhancement for a switch better sell yo' button Real snakes, if I give him a hundred-k he'll kill his brother Got kicked out middle school and I'm still in trouble I'm in mobile ridin' with my nigga Ghetto sippin' yellow Of course them niggas did this shit but we did it better I'ma keep it alphabet, the 7th letter It's gettin cold in this bitch better wear a sweater Put a hundred holes in his whip, God must've been with him Better slow it down niggas made pourin' up borin' now I'm pourin' down I know I'm the king of Flint, I don't want a crown Just wearin' real dog shit up in the quarter mile