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rylo rodriguez – different day lyrics

[intro]
james about that check, boy
what’s happenin’ chi chi?

[chorus]
same ol’ sh+t, just a different day
same dirty glock, just a different k
same k!llers, but this just a different get away
7.62 red bullet tips, you cannot get away
on his ass early, we gone have that n+ggas spent by dawn (ay ay ay)
i’ma stop, drop, and roll, i know every n+gga with me got a firearm
(they gone spray) (really blow that m+th+f+cka)
[verse]
mhm (9x)
i shake my head at these n+ggas playin’ with me
f+ck around, i might let my mans hit ’em
or i sit back like majorette and let them bands k!ll ’em
eithеr way, they gone die, wе on all that
i get the drop on ’em, i even got they gmail to know where n+ggas at
if a f+ck n+gga k!ll me, tell my momma bury me in fendi
if a rich n+gga k!ll me, tell my momma bury me in fendi
i’m just tryna tell you, tell my momma bury me in fendi
i got bros up in chains, when they come home, buy ’em pendants
pull up, bucket seat, who f+ckun with me, can you deal with me
her body fake, i played myself, i give her the real me
the hate so bad, it got some n+ggas wantin’ to k!ll me
murked a n+gga for sh+t, this gun childish, this ar+15

[verse]
all these n+ggas wanna be gangsta, til some gangsta sh+t happen
i know its something, his eyes open from, no sleep, he got money on his head, he runnin’
lil’ swig, he prayed to god but k!lled on a sunday
forever feel this, fun how you n+ggas coming
and f+ck them b+tches that can’t stand us, come do us, make us sit down
the opps fully ain’t been stand up, comedians, they lay ’em down
murk his potna, he gone cry later
k!ll his cousin, he gone cry later (they gone die later)
catch ’em off the internet, yeah hit ’em with that ratchet
we gone turn that boy to “d+mn, i was just with him” status
gen 4, gen 4, gen 5
we know we tryna survive
them boys came through, shooting with closed eyes
they still got no aim, load up and spin again
[chorus]
same ol’ sh+t, just a different day
same dirty glock, just a different k
same k!llers, but this just a different get away
7.62 red bullet tips, you cannot get away
on his ass early, we gone have them n+ggas spent by dawn (ay ay ay)
i’ma stop, drop, and roll, know every n+gga with me got a firearm
(they gone spray) (mmh)

[outro]
james about that check, boy
what’s happenin’ chi chi?

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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