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ralo - stay down lyrics

[intro: ralo]
yeah, whoo!
fam, goon
oh twysted
yeah, uh

[chorus: ralo]
tell ’em i’ll never look back
got the game in the book bag
got the streets in a choke hold
we gon’ get them bricks by the boat load
stay down, ten toes, them bricks in, they get sold
we ain’t never goin’ back broke
n-gga, f-ck a friend where that pack go
you ain’t gotta tell ’em [?]
we ain’t goin’ back and forth about a ho
all that hatin’ sh-t, it’s out of control
never talk to a ho ’bout the bro
never switch up, never b-tch up
get the picture, i don’t miss her
i don’t love her, i don’t want her
i don’t need her, i never did

[verse 1: ralo]
pockets bigger than an elephant
got the f&n with a felony
remember they ain’t wanna let him in
now i’m better than [?]
percocet with the ten, yeah
grab my b-tch and go in, yeah
ask her, can i f-ck her friend, yeah
that lil p-ssy gettin’ big, yeah
drop the top then i burnt out
f-ckin’ freak hoes got me turn’t out
in the parking lot f-ck a parking spot
my sh-t cost a lot, yeah
my sh-t cost more than his, yeah
a young n-gga with them m’s, wooh
got more money than my peers
and they been workin’ all the years

[verse 2: philthy rich]
die [?] got me stressed
last n-gga try me, he deceased
two hundred thousand on the piece
so when i die, you can bury it with me
rap n-ggas, don’t compare ’em to me
in the trap i was wearin’ a key
baby chopper, hundred rounds to the knees
greyhound, a hundred pounds of the [?]
n-gga, i was really stuck in the streets
front line when it come to the beef
you the n-gga be promotin’ the piece
hundred [?] i can let of the leash
ask gucci, had him on my street
hit gucci, twenty thousand on sneak’s
[?], i’m the king of the east
you catchin’ n-ggas still and bring ’em to me
rolls royce, no wrangler jeep
balmains, no regular jeans
actavis, no regular lean
he text you [?] stay on this d
private jet, lookin’ out at the wings
broke as f-ck, i couldn’t afford me them wings
now i’m ballin’ up here in my team
stay down, do you know what that mean?
it’s philthy

[verse 3: hoodrich pablo juan]
all my n-ggas want the same thing
[?] treat the rap like the dope game
tell her, ralo, we like [?] and [?]
we ridin’ in, got the frame
still in the hood, we ain’t gon’ change
op sh-t, pray to her lord when i aim
pop sh-t, my n-gga pull up, bang, bang
[?] this ain’t no joke
iced out my cartier frame
geeked, f-cked that lil freak like my main
you better put some respect on my name
lil b-tch when you on it, you ain’t even change
you want the money, you can have the fame
poppin’ champagne with the bust down brain
shoot that sh-t up like a [?] game
young n-gga fresh like novocain
i’m rich and fly like a [?] on a plane
fifty thousand [?] i do is plan
flippin and kicking it, it’s a coincidence
that my plug and my b-tch is from spain
she wanna f-ck a real n-gga, you lame
pop a perc’ i can’t even feel the pain
got the mud, that lil dirty, the rain
flex on a new 1017 chain

- ralo lyrics

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