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too real - rylo rodriguez lyrics

[intro]
veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients
d*mn kai, you going crazy

[verse 1: rylo rodriguez]
200 cash, it’s enough for two vehicles
knew the fame to the fake ones, i been keeping this sh*t too real
new problems, new pills, new dollars, no favors for you
took off at the same time, i swear it was a [?] run
i pray she give me sp*ce, i save her contact as “saturn”
can’t wait to see that boy, glocks in our laps when we don’t dare run
only thing we promised is going to jail, and giving money to a white man in a suit
my n*ggas in and out the court
hope every one of them tear they acl
how many shanks you got? (yeah)
how many fights you had?
where [?] met you?
only cherish [?] like i’m from marlborough
rubber band the money like some cornrows
tryna go off, that’s a throw off, buy a lawnmower
next week, for us, we double back and home invade the house
f*ck being humble, say “all you do is mumble”
i know a trapper with just one play, he like to hear pointers
ten chains, thirty pointers, i’m going james harden
i seen a lot of n*ggas change from [?] to being funny
he don’t got no stain, they jumped him in the gang
smoking wedding cake, yeah, but i forgot the rain
i f*cked a french ho on the first night and i told her “salut”
diors, i got every pair, i ain’t holding the fruits
said, b*tch, can we just go with the motion?
said, b*tch, can we just go with the motion?
can we f*ck on the low?
don’t put me on your close friends
[verse 2: young thug]
this sh*t insane, these n*ggas riding d*ck to rock the same swapped out chain (spider)
i rock the biggest rollie you can get, i don’t crank (yeah)
no, i don’t dance, blue cheese, not no ranch in my bands (bands)
try and run up on my mans, uh, uh (rah, rah)
switches change the plan (brrt, brrt)
hopping out the wagon, get to bragging
we got horses to the rides, like a maverick
fallen stars, acting like it ain’t tragic
nowadays, it’s more superstars in them caskets
ducking b*tches, f*ck ’em, put ’em in a frenzy (woo)
smoke gelato, hop out the back, call me fendi (hop out)
desperado, tryna do everything that’s trending (desperado)
f*cked the wrong one, now this lil’ b*tch tryna twin me (yeah)
she done had a baby by me, ended up never having it (yeah)
mad, ’cause my young sh*t come through sassy (yeah)
all my n*ggas still my n*ggas, if you ever ask me (yeah)
hope all my brothers pass me (yeah)

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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