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Rylo Rodriguez- Youll Find The One Chopped & Screwed
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Got That Fye
Rico Got That Fye
Producer
Kxvi
Kxvi
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(RicoGotThatFye) Lil' bro, he ain't d- yet, they still turned him to a vegetable, yeah N- had a good heart, hope they appeal and free the manga Screenshot me, I ain't text her 'cause I know she being extra I'm from the 'jects, where we put our park league trophies on the dresser (dresser) Long live lil' Maji, lil' bro died off a pill (yeah) I know you ain't stab me in my back, but you will I'm the type of - who would put the hood in my will (yeah) My granny had dementia, I'd give the world just to see her (yeah) Got me wanting to break down, she don't remember who I am (yeah) Showing her our pictures, like, "Granny, you don't remember who I'm is?" Dissing on social media like we don't remember where you live (yeah) Soon as they step out, if we don't get 'em, we cool, we spin back (ooh-ooh) Doing shows, thirty people to an arena, now the crowd packed I see how you move, you keep the U-Haul, I'ma fallback Missed a couple calls from the county jail, I can't call back All that - you posting, the feds come, they'll take all that Told you that's her friend, you better wake up, that h- sleeping with 'em Show all of your partners that love 'em until the reaper get 'em Free all of my brothers, the ones who told, you can keep them - Tell the world you hanging with that rat 'fore you start beefing with him Tell the world how you used to eat that -, you used to be a fan I don't trust, I done seen these -, get home, post free they man I ain't listen, we just ain't on the same page, it make me a spam G-Wagen Brabus, this b- got the highlights, you don't gotta see no film (RicoGotThatFye) He done put the wrong switch on the gun, it keep jamming on him Just act like you -, y'all just - just got a lotta attempts My cousin paying for studio time, his kid like, "You ain't fed me" Engineer, he ain't need no instrumental, his - a deadbeat Heading to a show like thirty convicted felons trail me It ain't cover on his bunk like blinds in jail just so they'll sleep Crooked -, C.O hating, got him sleeping with the lights on N- in the dorm jealous telling about an iPhone (ooh-ooh) Forgot that he got robbed, still wake up, tryna put his watch on You'll find you one F- a switch, a - 18 You'll find you one The one who ain't f- the whole team She'll find you one day (find you one day) Lil' bro, he ain't d- yet, they still turned him to a vegetable (yeah) N- had a good heart, hope they appeal and free the manga Screenshot me, I ain't text her 'cause I know she being extra I'm from the 'jects, where we put our park league trophies on the dresser (dresser) Long live lil' Maji, lil' bro died off a pill, yeah I know you ain't stab me in my back, but you will I'm the type of n- who would put the hood in my will (uh) My granny had dementia, I'd give the world just to see her (yeah) Got me wanting to break down, she don't remember who I am Showing her our pictures, like, "Granny, you don't remember who I'm is?" Dissing on social media like we don't remember where you live (yeah) Soon as they step out, if we don't get 'em, we cool, we spin back
Writer(s): Ryan Adams, Kavi Lybarger, Paola Madelaine Barba Amado, Rico Deboest Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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