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lirik lagu home run – rylo rodriguez

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[intro]
(what’s happenin’, chi chi?)

[chorus]
all this pain in my body, sh*t like just end it now
i give some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
them hoes who ain’t wanna f*ck me, now panties on the ground
i know a n*gga got three strikes, can’t even see the [?] (ooh, yeah)
don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see i was on e
you made me crash, i was behind you and you was [?]
a n*gga rob me, tell me [?] i’m goin’ in
won’t stop that b*tch at [?], i’m not goin’ in
i lost so many friends when i found myself in the mix

[verse]
i never hit not one home run but i got plenty hits
n*ggas from my hood, they hatin’ on me, thought they would love that sh*t
n*ggas like my brothers, who was in the huddle when you see the championship
can’t trust n0body, even ’round my n*ggas, i take one out the clip
they murk my dawg, i clear my bank account ’til they all get k!lled
i hear they talkin’ but this money louder
i ride around with the robbers, they ain’t call no charter
i ride around with the robbers, they ain’t call no fish
yeah, we put a d*ck in every hand, gotta [?], yeah, ayy
them guys cool but we ain’t feelin’, we on no brother sh*t
i f*ck with sh*t but i can’t lie, the [?] b*tch
the only n*gga should [?] that [?] is a deputy
i give every [?] n*gga in my city, hope [?]
money on my mind, i can’t think clear
seventeen [?], i won’t drink beer
no chaser
yeah, f*ck the law, they gon’ have to chase us
[?], i took off from the traphouse, yeah, yeah
[?] i duck off
prison robbed me, if they assassinate me i made this year
since twenty*one, i’ve been layin’ low so bad, i give my heart to anyone
hope you don’t break it like [?]
hope you don’t take off like [?]
i delegated, eight bands
if i didn’t, then [?] no baby
i remember i used to have twenty dollars
i ride around with ten racks like it’s nothin’ now, yeah
rolls in the city [?] but we came from poverty
best friend worked at wendy’s [?]
[chorus]
all this pain in my body, sh*t like just end it now
i give some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
them hoes who ain’t wanna f*ck me, now panties on the ground
i know a n*gga got three strikes, can’t even see the [?] (ooh, yeah)
don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see i was on e
you made me crash, i was behind you and you was [?]
a n*gga rob me, tell me [?] i’m goin’ in
won’t stop that b*tch at [?], i’m not goin’ in
i lost so many friends when i found myself in the mix

all this pain in my body, sh*t like just end it now
i give some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
them hoes who ain’t wanna f*ck me, now panties on the ground
i know a n*gga got three strikes, can’t even see the [?] (ooh, yeah)
don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see i was on e
you made me crash, i was behind you and you was [?]
a n*gga rob me, tell me [?] i’m goin’ in
won’t stop that b*tch at [?], i’m not goin’ in (what’s happenin’, chi chi?)
i lost so many friends when i found myself in the mix

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