Paroles de la chanson Benz Truck par Rylo Rodriguez
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Paroles de la chanson Benz Truck par Rylo Rodriguez
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie
Gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx
I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money
Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin'
'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose
Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie
Gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx
I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money
Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin'
'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose
Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
Never hated on no nigga 'cause he had more than me
Ain't never see my pops, but still fuck with him 'cause he ain't aborted me
Love lil' bro to death, he got a dub, know he got love for me
Last time we talked, he told me he couldn't wait 'til you turn forty-three
Mini micro Draco, I took the wood off it
Nigga died, plenty shirts and solja rags, they beat the hood off it
Braindead, his mama pulled the plug, she seen him done fightin'
Four blicks in the car, but don't nan' one of us got gun license
Never hated on no nigga 'cause he had more than me
Ain't never see my pops, but still fuck with him 'cause he ain't aborted me
Love lil' bro to death, he got a dub, know he got love for me
Last time we talked, he told me he couldn't wait 'til you turn forty-three
Mini micro Draco, I took the wood off it
Nigga died, plenty shirts and solja rags, they beat the hood off it
Braindead, his mama pulled the plug, she seen him done fightin'
Four blicks in the car, but don't nan' one of us got gun license
Tell him get up off that block, go invest in him some stocks
Under the house, I hid the street sweeper, we ain't need no mop
Imagine tryna feed people who don't got an appetite
The ones I love left me, I pray one day, we gon' make it right
Demons chase me, I had to stiff-arm, ayy
Youngin come and kill you for a script on
All he want is a pill, for them Percs, he go crazy
Stole this five from his BM knowin' that they just had a baby
Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie
I gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx
Under the house, I hid the street sweeper, we ain't need no mop
Imagine tryna feed people who don't got an appetite
The ones I love left me, I pray one day, we gon' make it right
Demons chase me, I had to stiff-arm, ayy
Youngin come and kill you for a script on
All he want is a pill, for them Percs, he go crazy
Stole this five from his BM knowin' that they just had a baby
Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie
I gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx
I be knowin' the only way they'll love you if you give them some money
Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin'
'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose
Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
Yeah, shot a nigga, but he ain't die, but he still left 'em on the pavement
Now he gotta pay the nigga he shot to sign the affidavit
Way ahead of 12, it was just roaches in that spot that day they raided
Blood, sweat, and tears, my niggas died, felt like we was livin' for nothin'
'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose
Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
Yeah, shot a nigga, but he ain't die, but he still left 'em on the pavement
Now he gotta pay the nigga he shot to sign the affidavit
Way ahead of 12, it was just roaches in that spot that day they raided
I'm from where you play ball or trap, we don't fill out applications
Ain't no applications
This paper make you break bonds
I heard you say you love me, you showed it in a funny way
I'm not Faizon
Got niggas dyin' daily, yeah, meeting on my personal life
If I fucked and walked past her, but I ain't goin' to church tonight
My mama's worked two jobs, overtime, I know she tired
If you gotta remind a nigga to leave his phone, then he wasn't supposed to slide
He like, "Rylo, where you been at?
I ain't talked to you in a minute, do you still love me?"
Ain't no applications
This paper make you break bonds
I heard you say you love me, you showed it in a funny way
I'm not Faizon
Got niggas dyin' daily, yeah, meeting on my personal life
If I fucked and walked past her, but I ain't goin' to church tonight
My mama's worked two jobs, overtime, I know she tired
If you gotta remind a nigga to leave his phone, then he wasn't supposed to slide
He like, "Rylo, where you been at?
I ain't talked to you in a minute, do you still love me?"
She like, "Rylo, where you been at?
I know we don't kick it, but can you pay a bail for me?"
'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose
Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
I know we don't kick it, but can you pay a bail for me?"
'Bout to pull the Benz truck in the garage for you
Joe died, I was on a jet, phone jammed, had got the news
You can do this rap shit or the streets, but you got to choose
Buy everybody sneakers when we shop, I still got issues
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