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rylo rodriguez – real كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
wishin’ i could erase what we’ve been through
wish that i could erase me and you
wish me f_ckin’ these hoes make me forget you (d_mn, kai you goin’ crazy)
wishin’ i’d get outside of the ghetto
you rap n_ggas can’t see me, dodgin’ my sons, yeah i’m a deadbeat
pretty lil’ thing, tried to scoop her, got [?] mess the bed sheets
toronto raps, she don’t care if i put my d_ck in, she a head freak
she go [?] with the d_ck, and i’m on a call, sleepy, had the [?]

[verse 1]
[?] with the lights off
i’m the same n_gga when the mic off
same n_gga wanna takе the lights off
i know the trap still in the whitе house
i’m hood dreamin’, codeine in my bloodstream had me aggravated
i lost a lot of friends, when they [?], i’ma burry with the navigation (i’m fine though)
on the road to riches, [?] for some n_ggas i left
i almost od’d out on xans, i was thinking ’bout k!llin’ myself
made a bag with another n_gga b_tch, you know it’s time to bail (it was time to bail)
it [?] when i was takin’ man down to the county jail (yeah)
when i go overseas there ain’t no feelin’
you still a rat if you thought ’bout tellin’
[?] let’s walk by [?] (yeah)
percocet and the addy (yeah)
misery loves company, my old hoe sent the addy (do that)
crush down, [?] move on me, i don’t know how it happened
drive a car but you can’t post it, ’cause you don’t wanna get caught lackin’
they told me money will fix everything (they lied)
i dropped some tears on a hunnid grand (i cried)
so you sayin’ i’m supposed to stack this paper, just for you to f_ck it up, are you [?] real?
i really do not care ’bout rp’s and oxys
i just pray the judge will get appeal (woah, woah, woah)
i know lot of n_ggas not really with me
i see them crooked smile
but this love for ’em, i wanna [?]
i hold my money, gotta ear, you just had a year, so what you crying ’bout?
they ain’t want me to [?] the ball, i bought two rollies and now i got time out
f_ck me up, i can’t [?], i seen ’em on the [?]
[chorus]
wishin’ i could erase what we’ve been through
wish that i could erase me and you
wish me f_ckin’ these hoes make me forget you
wishin’ i’d get outside of the ghetto
you rap n_ggas can’t see me, dodgin’ my sons, yeah i’m a deadbeat
pretty lil’ thing, tried to scoop her, got [?] mess the bed sheets
toronto raps, she don’t care if i put my d_ck in, she a head freak
she go [?] with the d_ck, and i’m on a call, sleepy, had the [?]

[verse 2]
some days in the trap, he don’t want me to say it, he was goin’ crazy
i know a blood who scam, he don’t wanna leave the bank, he be goin’ crazy
said he ’bout to see me on the gram, hol’ up
he must [?] beatin’ in that chest
my spine hurts, ’cause i gave back so much, my knee [?]
n_ggas attend, put my watch with an [?]
digital scams, [?], you dyin’ up in custody
think ’bout the rolls royce, it’s rough hours (we talking ’bout that)
now we quit the job and we pray we get out first
i realized i ain’t had no money so i went got me some
lot of these n_ggas og’s, racks in the city we from
twenty_one [?] dior, i’m buyin’ like the [?]
i know a gangsta who went to jail got treated like the pm
ridin’, free my n_ggas on my banner, i mean all white coat
i know a trapper, he will never buy designer, he get all white coke
just want me to cover, make her f_ck my brother, beat it too and she can’t even clap it on
got a fake tan, no [?], motivate me, i was keep rockin’ on
i’m workin’ hard, [?] vacays, too manic [?] home invasion
got a pistol with me on probation, got the [?] no visitations
i’m grown, i’m still a project baby
free lunch at the recreation, yeah
so i [?], graduate [?]
i know n_ggas got the promise in them jail cells
the cartier [?]
now they book me, i came a long way from standin’ in lane, waitin’ for the wrist band
[chorus]
wishin’ i could erase what we’ve been through
wish that i could erase me and you
wish me f_ckin’ these hoes make me forget you
wishin’ i’d get outside of the ghetto
you rap n_ggas can’t see me, dodgin’ my sons, yeah i’m a deadbeat
pretty lil’ thing, tried to scoop her, got [?] mess the bed sheets
toronto raps, she don’t care if i put my d_ck in, she a head freak
she go [?] with the d_ck, and i’m on a call, sleepy, had the [?]

- rylo rodriguez

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