Lyrics

    dein Lieblingssong fehlt? jetzt einreichen!

    Lyrics Toplist


    Rylo Rodriguez feat. Jackboy – Don’t Miss [2020]

    Künstler:
    JackboyRylo Rodriguez

    [Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
    (Nile, I hear you)
    (Damn, Kai, you goin’ krazy)
    G way

    [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
    G way, I like to flex with [?]
    If we run out of gas, go electric mode
    [?]
    No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
    Tryna nut on her face, I won’t miss your nose
    She want [?] I ain’t kissing a ho
    Whole team balling, we gon’ just pick and roll
    And we carrying the guns and I missed the show
    Fuck these [?] we stand on
    Your brother look bad, put your mans on
    A wide body, she got a tan on
    Fuck the boots, I slid with my pans on
    What the hell I look like doing a diss song?
    I’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em
    (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
    I’m tryna make it, don’t miss ‘еm

    [Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
    Said trapping is dead, bring bags to the funeral
    I don’t еven [?] don’t care ’bout no rumors
    [?] as long as you shooting
    I just want the bread, you can keep the communion
    I’m with [?] in the ‘Vette [?]
    My hood on my [?]
    I watched some niggas go to jail and they turning snakes
    [?] you tell me which way
    I got some homies in jail
    We sharpen our knives, that turn to a blick
    I’m going up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, I thought about Meech
    A lot of these niggas, they hoes and bitches, so we on they wigs like [?]
    [?] hot Cheetoh, granny used to beat my ass [?]
    Your nigga rat and I don’t need to talk about it
    That boy got caught and agreed to talk about it
    Pistol, no, I cannot leave the house without it
    [?] my shirt and my jeans is Off-White
    I got some [?]
    If you need it to be cleaned, do your chores
    I watched niggas go marry the game
    They threw they controllers when they got divorced

    [Verse 2: Jackboy]
    Bought a Cartier ring, I can’t get divorced
    Fell in love with Dior, would’ve thought I’m endorsed
    All that dirty money, I’m not tryna do chores
    Shop when I land, show the mall no remorse
    Fly guy with bands, I could fuck any whore
    Get sloppy top then don’t want her no more
    Fuck all the opps, let’s go take ’em to war
    Running with sticks, that bitch came with a sword
    The game feeling strange, lames in it for fame
    They going insane for a lil’ piece of change
    I got that bitch brain but didn’t get her name
    I kicked that bitch out, you made her your main
    I figured it out, we just not the same
    Used to be broke, look what I became
    I could buy a car with each of my chains
    Icy lil’ nigga, gotta keep my flame
    Bustdown Thotiana, no, I don’t do plain
    Picture perfect, I ain’t even need a frame
    When I was broke, I was the only nigga I could blame
    Now I’m balling hard throwings [?] in the paint
    All these blue hundred make a broke ho faint
    Pull up back-to-back coupe, me and gang switching lanes
    Put the law on a chase, so much guns to explain
    Get an opp out the way, all my shooters got aim

    [Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
    G way, I like to flex with [?]
    If we run out of gas, go electric mode
    [?]
    No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
    Tryna nut on her face, I won’t miss your nose
    She want [?] I ain’t kissing a ho
    Whole team [?] gon’ pick and roll
    And we carrying the guns and I missed the show
    Fuck these [?] we stand on
    Your brother look bad, put your mans on
    A wide body, she got a tan on
    Fuck the boots, I slid with my pans on
    What the hell I look like doing a diss song?
    I’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em
    (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
    I’m tryna make it, don’t miss ’em


    Künstler:
    JackboyRylo Rodriguez


    aktuelle Bewertung

    bisher keine Bewertungen


    deine Bewertung

    Danke für deine Stimme!