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just like bruddas - rylo rodriguez lyrics

[intro]
(48)
([?] on the track)

[verse 1]
ain’t no smackin’ the troll, no n*ggas gon’ troll the n*ggas, just know we smack
you ain’t been gettin’ actin’, me ain’t got a work and no keyboard, even i roll the tablets
you blow it rap, and it’s easy, you find your plug, smoke my bro, we trappin’
get the low [?], make sure you don’t catch no debits, 12 tryna hold you for traffickin’
put the lights on, my ice hurt ’em, hands on like i’m turner
my jeans chrome, that’s not purple
fifty thousand on pant, i pourin’, serve ’em
if she won’t stay at home, i won’t make it
hoe, c’mon, sh*t ain’t faithful
i took a phone, man, [?]
even my cologne a non disclosure
every young thing got ’round, we got a box, we should rented a u*haul truck
doubted the bro, i’m sorry my brother good, this sh*t like milwaukee buck
got so many clothes, i pop out to rest my life and switch my outfit up
used to be my dog, slay n*gga turned to [?], f*ck n*ggas talk too much
i pulled a three up in a canadian cream, sold ’em hats, britney spears
on the e*way v truck, doors to bp, i still play the review man
my wrist is a pp, it’s a patek philippe, same price of richard mille
the hoe buy stuff, she on my roster, she team for real
talked on the jail phone with g, [?], i came with lee, he wrote some staves
tryna hit my lil’ brudda with another gun, [?]
i hit their ass, these n*ggas like chantelle, squabble up like a baby
make it easy and beat d*mn cases, we sell ’em weed and now they’re patients
ask to the hood back, what they k!ll, legit that, leave ’em on the pavement
your bro was shooted, they hit ’em on the traffic, now hope he get a probation
i used to be in the car with lil quan, one day i seen him serve his mama
better be her rush in the trenches, he left the goyard in the bentley
[refrain]
all my bros be super t’d
all my hoes be super t’d
all my clothes be super t’d
all my show be super t’d
b*tch, [?] super t**ter
i ask if she know the v’s
my hoe overstate her visa
all my ho’ from overseas

[verse 2]
i’ma call me super sp*cious, sh*t your mounth, i f*ck who you stay
say the cuban shot ain’t got a bracelet, i got money on the bas*m*nt
if you need no computer, try this bean, you box sh*t in, just punch it, [?]
ain’t no real been on no hate sh*t, ain’t no real been on no gay sh*t
i wanna peace of mind, bro, [?]
she wanna f*ck my chain down, she wanna suck my wrist out
she gonna sleep with some eight carats, she keep splittin’ my ear up
i spend a bag on fear of god, even though a n*gga don’t fear much
they care about havin’ bars, and they call me barbarians
got a european broad, fly a b*tch out from netherland
codeine on file, and i doublecuppin’ styrofoam
[?] sellin’ freestyle from out the paint, i ain’t measurin’
two tone, i copped couple stones in the belt
couple members in the car, treat ’em just like brothers
[outro]
just like brothers
i treat ’em just like brothers
couple members in the car, treat ’em just like brothers

- rylo rodriguez lyrics

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