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Still Miss My n*ggas
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Rylo Rodriguez
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(Free dem boys, free dem boys) Pandemic almost over, want you to say (Where that paper at?) Will used to be a killer, b*t*h, you done changed Wrote a statement on your n***a, this sh*t be crazy You ain't going for a thing, I used to praise him (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients) I still miss my n***as V Live, favorite, I'll trip in this b*t*h I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my ho want two You ain't gotta ask, n***a, know I'm shootin' On Reecey, on Rob, on neph', on Scooter, I ain't lettin' sh*t slide Mr. I-Still-Walk-sh*t-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, I cook it All the drug dealers wanna book me Pay to get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pu**y And I'm kinda schooled, don't shoot, beat you triple Ask about me, youngin', dawg, he always on the mission Always fresh to shoot with that .30, I act different If he ain't dead, guarantee that n***a Crippin', my bad You still on the phone, you a [?] ass Last time tryna love sh*t, I hope it work Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (Swear) You ain't into suckin' d**k, you don't need my number All about the money, all about the bag Track's kinda cool but I still f**k with 'Cats Spin the block on him, throw them b*t*hes at his neck Can't forget about me, b*t*hes know I'm still the catch Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched I still miss my n***as V Live, favorite, I'll trip in this b*t*h I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my ho want two You ain't gotta ask, n***a, know I'm shootin' On Reecey, on Rob, on neph', on Scooter, I ain't lettin' sh*t slide Mr. I-Still-Walk-sh*t-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, I cook it Know I f**k with James Harden but I ain't never leave the rocket 'Fore I let her waste my time, I put on all my watches jeans, my momma told me something that's outta pocket 'Member doin' shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that My [?], she at the hotel with the gang, I bring like four hundred back Ridin' 'round with pistols in our laps, we ain't runnin' no trap Lot of n***as cap, Ion't wanna boss but I took off my hat I was twenty years old when I stole my momma coat, we was at TJ Maxx All these foreigns in the driveway, which one I'm gon' drive today? Told that opps, "I got manners, one of you n***as wanna die today?" Dime bag, hangin' out the window, have him dancin' like Sada Baby Know a Blood don't watch football 'less he bang 'gainst the Redskins Twenty racks on Cuban links, not African-American Put them chains [?] then went way faster Feel like a ex-slave master I still miss my n***as V Live, favorite, I'll trip in this b*t*h (Trip in this b*t*h) I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my ho want two You ain't gotta ask, n***a, know I'm shootin' On Reecey, on Rob, on neph', on Scooter, I ain't lettin' sh*t slide Mr. I-Still-Walk-sh*t-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, I cook it All the drug dealers wanna book me Still movin', talkin' 'bout no cookies All the drug dealers wanna book me All the drug dealers wanna book All the drug dealers wanna book me
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