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rylo rodriguez - for me lyrics

[intro]
(nah i hear you)
(topline you crazy for this one, haha)

[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
if the wockhardt count don’t cut for me
if the glock .26, ion’t tuck for me
it’s that’s how you buy a purse but ain’t f+ck for me
it’s the ass shots you got up in the b+tt for me
it’s the how you rob a n+gga without guns for me
how you keep gettin’ charged, gettin’ bonds for me?
if i’m on fifth, knock it long for me
it’s the scammin’ hard [?] phone some phones for me
it’s the rollie for me, it’s the patek for me
yeah, i’m goin’ up, go get a ladder for me
yeah, i’m pourin’, three in the fanta for me
she in texas, she flew to atlanta for me
i don’t givе a f+ck ’bout no vip wristband
ayy, book me a f+ck around, throw off the backend
my brothеr committed, sure he got the package
i made it, i f+cked the hoe, she got some bad friends

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
it’s rainin’ on your p+ssy when i get in, you runnin’ from me
f+ck her but had to buy some weed
you figure she bad and she hit n+gga for weed
ayy, it’s the way you gotta cramp the lamb for me, it’s the puttin’ guns on the ground for me
yeah hoe gon’ share it, say she knew lerice
i’m makin’ moves, i won’t renew the lease
foot on they neck, got my hand on the check, i ain’t takin’ the [?], they been in the house
i got lean and a drop
i make money independent, [?] dyin’ for a [?]
all my dawg they know, you might die over that post
you play with us? you just might die with that joke
you better check up, i mean you gon’ die with that hoe
in my city you lack, you gon’ die with that smoke
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
if the wockhardt count don’t cut for me
if the glock .26, ion’t tuck for me
it’s that’s how you buy a purse but ain’t f+ck for me
it’s the ass shots you got up in the b+tt for me
it’s the how you rob a n+gga without guns for me
how you keep gettin’ charged, gettin’ bonds for me?
if i’m on fifth, knock it long for me
it’s the scammin’ hard [?] phone some phones for me
it’s the rollie for me, it’s the patek for me
yeah, i’m goin’ up, go get a ladder for me
yeah, i’m pourin’, three in the fanta for me
she in texas, she flew to atlanta for me
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no vip wristband
ayy, book me a f+ck around, throw off the backend
my brother committed, sure he got the package
i made it, i f+cked the hoe, she got some bad friends

[verse 2: yo gotti]
for me it’s the patek
she send me the addy, i pull up just z06 ‘matic
this ain’t from rappin’ this sh+t out the attic, i’m movin’ the package
i keep so g, ain’t no lies with me (for me)
d+mn that b+tch bad, it’s the eyes for me
why she standin’ like this, this the thighs for me
and she get money, it’s the grind for me
she don’t see no hoes, yeah, she blind for me
straight up in apartment, doin’ a crime for me
partner in the fed, doin’ the time for me
jay in the kitchen, cookin’ nines for me
and i ain’t never paid, a n+gga slide for me
why not? ’cause it’s the heart for me
pull up in the hood with so much work, and i ain’t never thought ’bout no n+gga robbin’ me
hit the turquoise rari on forgis to me
too busy havin’ orgies wit me
price right plug been spoilin’ me
they’ll give it to your dawg like amazon prime
every time you beat, when your homeboy dyin’ (yeah)
every time you post and you catchin’ be lyin’
n+gga, live your life, quit tryna live mine
[?] what’s poppin’ to me
it’s the profit for me, pop out and reup again
my b+tch a 20, two 10’s
and i don’t do friends
i prefer enemies, at least i know what these n+ggas plan to do to me, yeah
crib in the suburb but really it’s the trenches for me (yeah)
master bedroom cold but really it’s the kitchen for me (the kitchen for me, yeah)
[chorus: rylo rodriguez]
if the wockhardt count don’t cut for me
if the glock .26, ion’t tuck for me
it’s that’s how you buy a purse but ain’t f+ck for me
it’s the ass shots you got up in the b+tt for me
it’s the how you rob a n+gga without guns for me
how you keep gettin’ charged, gettin’ bonds for me?
if i’m on fifth, knock it long for me
it’s the scammin’ hard [?] phone some phones for me
it’s the rollie for me, it’s the patek for me
yeah, i’m goin’ up, go get a ladder for me
yeah, i’m pourin’, three in the fanta for me
she in texas, she flew to atlanta for me
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no vip wristband
ayy, book me a f+ck around, throw off the backend
my brother committed, sure he got the package
i made it, i f+cked the hoe, she got some bad friends

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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