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rylo rodriguez - promoting guns / door change lyrics

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[intro]
go crazy, ag

[chorus]
my youngins in the slums, no one on ones, it’s ’bout aks and drums
n+gga murked my dawg, i hope they free him, i’m tryna pay his bond
jada my lil’ sister, i’d die for my momma oldest son
i be wanting to tell them youngins to stop beefing but i’m promoting guns
look at me, i told ’em put the .380 down, go get a gen5
put the switch on the back of that glock .26, then slide
he go find it just like johnny, 10k at stake, expensive ribeyes
opps couldn’t put they feet in, count to ten, i bet they still hiding
[verse]
a n+gga got backdoored but he ain’t die, he got a door change
i know you wasn’t with me, i just got comfortbale playing your game
they winning on thеm bodies, don’t trip, retaliate with morе flame
he can brag bout shooting and missing, at the end of day, you ain’t make the score change
lil’ marcus died in his jacket, i be tryna cope with death
mc and bear signed to the streets like they with otf
she wanna go to cali, i took her to spark street, i’m with 4pf
own family hating, they ain’t want us here, i know they hope we deaf
f+cked her right in the hotel room and i dip, come back, i hope she left
know a jackboy who got some money now, he chill since he been balling
me and him both had hoop dreams, he play like dennis rodman
i know a model, she won’t bite a hamburger, she somewhere starving
i ain’t have a daddy, i ah k!ll my pops ‘fore i go out like marvin
wore designer to a baptist church, this christian dior
i’m getting this bread, don’t bring no n+gga name up around me for sure
do not condone in pillow talking when you’re sleep on the floor

[chorus]
my youngins in the slums, no one on ones, it’s ’bout aks and drums
n+gga murked my dawg, i hope they free him, i’m tryna pay his bond
jada my lil’ sister, i’d die for my momma oldest son
i be wanting to tell them youngins to stop beefing but i’m promoting guns
look at me, i told ’em put the .380 down, go get a gen5
put the switch on the back of that glock .26, then slide
he go find it just like johnny, 10k at stake, expensive ribeyes
opps couldn’t put they feet in, count to ten, i bet they still hiding



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