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don't love you - rylo rodriguez lyrics

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[intro]
al geno on the track

[chorus]
these streets don’t love you
this beef don’t love you
these guns don’t love you
these funds don’t love you
gang don’t love you
these chains don’t love you
these clothes don’t love you
these hoes don’t love you
[hook]
i’m so used to n*ggas dying, it don’t faze me
i seen gangstas fall victim, some who raised me
it’s crazy, i seen n*ggas cry at n*ggas funeral
soon as they was fake done grieving, they tried to f*ck his hoe
i’m still down with them same n*ggas, i don’t care if they up the road
i’m talkin’ ’bout the one who took they time like that boy went and told
ice ’round my neck, even when it’s hot, it won’t thaw out, it’s frozen
why the h*ll my n*ggas in the pen’ and they ain’t know how to bowl

[verse]
why the h*ll she diss me, i know it’s fiction so i really ain’t responin’
hoe from new york, every time she talk, she end everything in “son”
i seen n*ggas lose they life who wasn’t even dead yet
just wish he was cause he can’t walk no more, they got him on bed rest
he shed a tear thinkin’ ’bout how he gon’ teach his son how to play sports
how he gone f*ck a hoe in a wheelchair unless he paid for it
my dawg got k!lled by his potna
he paid some n*ggas to rob ’em
they hit jamel from the backseat
it wasn’t no way he could dodge it
say 12 brought you a pen and you went and filled up the margin
this a .15 like dioxide, i’m ridin’ ’round with a carbon
f*ck that boy he ain’t outside
i’m in my city regardless
they say i’m country, i’d probably drop a cutlass and put it on forgis
i got some n*ggas in the pen’, they call my phone, i won’t forward it
f*ck that sh*t, i want forty
just hop in that plane for a thirty
they say she already got more bodies than she did way before she had surgery
a couple ogs told me, but i had to learn the hard way
[chorus]
these streets don’t love you
this beef don’t love you
these guns don’t love you
these funds don’t love you
gang don’t love you
these chains don’t love you
these hoes don’t love you
these clothes don’t love you

[bridge]
they don’t love you (4x)

[hook]
i’m so used to n*ggas dying, it don’t faze me
i seen gangstas fall victim, some who raised me
it’s crazy, i seen n*ggas cry at n*ggas funeral
soon as they was fake done grieving, they tried to f*ck his hoe
i’m still down with them same n*ggas, i don’t care if they up the road
i’m talkin’ ’bout the one who took they time like that boy went and told
ice ’round my neck, even when it’s hot, it won’t thaw out, it’s frozen
why the h*ll my n*ggas in the pen’ and they ain’t know how to bowl

[verse]
lost some n*ggas, for they momma, i gotta give ’em paper
you still a rat if a n*gga paid you to sign the affidavit
i was f*ckin’, whispered in the ear, “i want you to have my baby”
how that n*gga gansta, he don’t even take care of his baby
yeah i made it, but i’m still in the hood, feel like i’m trapped here
where the h*ll y’all was, ain’t see this many n*ggas ’round me last year
but the roxy pills and i pop ’em by the two, like advil
two kind of n*ggas, one who’ll k!ll you and one who’ll shoot up that crib
i know a n*gga who already dead but his heart still beat
no cap, i know a n*gga who dead but that boy still breathing
lot of n*ggas don’t like me, they don’t got a real reason
f*ck 12, if my dawg in a car chase, just know i’m still fleeing
i know a n*gga who had a lot of money, he turned to a rock head
i can’t believe my dawg told, we slept in the same bunk bed
our city so small, who you beefin’ with, you’ll probably bump heads
my uncle died, at his funeral, tears, i ain’t have one shed
[hook]
i’m so used to n*ggas dying, it don’t faze me
i seen gangstas fall victim, some who raised me
it’s crazy, i seen n*ggas cry at n*ggas funeral
soon as they was fake done grieving, they tried to f*ck his hoe
i’m still down with them same n*ggas, i don’t care if they up the road
i’m talkin’ ’bout the one who took they time like that boy went and told
ice ’round my neck, even when it’s hot, it won’t thaw out, it’s frozen
why the h*ll my n*ggas in the pen’ and they ain’t know how to bowl

[chorus]
these streets don’t love you
this beef don’t love you
these guns don’t love you
these funds don’t love you
gang don’t love you
these chains don’t love you
these clothes don’t love you
these hoes don’t love you

[outro]
they don’t love you (5x)

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