Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mutual, artist - Rylo Rodriguez. Date of issue: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mutual |
| I was layin' low, end up on the floor |
| Had to blow up a air mattress |
| I never thought about bein' in a movie |
| They play, I’m gettin' active |
| Was a lil' boy hood tellin' me they mad? |
| Way before I met the pastor |
| 'Cause my money, my ho, nobody gettin' green |
| Why I never liked the Packers |
| I give every young nigga in my city hope |
| We the reason why they poppin' Perkys |
| Let 'em borrow my style, you got no Thanksgiving |
| We gon' fuck around and buy 'em turkeys |
| Mini, micro, Draco, I’m still working on my off days |
| Let us be mutual |
| This shit wasn’t easy, I came up hard, I been through every phase (Phase) |
| I grind so hard, bust down a chain, my diamonds pave (Woah) |
| Cut off my nigga, he fucked me up, he had some opp ways (Damn) |
| I’ve been betrayed, my heart on ice, I feel like Rod Wave (Yeah) |
| I’m always on go, don’t need no brakes, I’m smashing on the gas (Skrr) |
| Bread Gang, BGE, like back pockets, you play we on your ass (Facts) |
| Black trucks, black tux, toe on your tag, zipped in a body bag (What's that?) |
| It’s gon' be a funeral, oh (Oh) |
| I can’t even count how many times my life been caved in (Too many) |
| Been quarantining inside this coupe feel like a caveman (I'm dolo) |
| They copy and paste my fit to stylist then they press and send (Where you get |
| that?) |
| Most of these niggas created players they ain’t made men (Woah) |
| I was layin' low, end up on the floor |
| Had to blow up a air mattress |
| I never thought about bein' in a movie |
| They play, I’m gettin' active |
| Was a lil' boy hood tellin' me they mad? |
| Way before I met the pastor |
| 'Cause my money, my ho, nobody gettin' green |
| Why I never liked the Packers |
| I give every young nigga in my city hope |
| We the reason why they poppin' Perkys |
| Let 'em borrow my style, you got no Thanksgiving |
| We gon' fuck around and buy 'em turkeys |
| Mini, micro, Draco, I’m still working on my off days |
| Let us be mutual |
| Friends, I know a nigga who murked a nigga |
| Couldn’t come outside, though he tote a pistol |
| Pour a train in a can, purp broke my liver |
| Them evasion plans, kick door and enter |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m lit, bamboo stick we eat it for dinner (For dinner) |
| Or domestic violence break for night, I had hit her (Yeah) |
| Amiri Jeans, I wear that shit like Abercrombie (Yeah) |
| Fuck 12, I still won’t give 'em a tip, my with Lauren London (Yeah) |
| I’ma go, go |
| I won’t go six figures |
| Say you gotta have money to war, I used to agree with 'em |
| Say you gotta have money to go to war, you tryna get niggas |
| That’s cap, I know a broke nigga who murked the rich nigga |
| Go, go, snitchin' nigga |
| PS4, I pair the player |
| I was layin' low, end up on the floor |
| Had to blow up a air mattress |
| I never thought about bein' in a movie |
| They play, I’m gettin' active |
| Was a lil' boy hood tellin' me they mad? |
| Way before I met the pastor |
| 'Cause my money, my ho, nobody gettin' green |
| Why I never liked the Packers |
| I give every young nigga in my city hope |
| We the reason why they poppin' Perkys |
| Let 'em borrow my style, you got no Thanksgiving |
| We gon' fuck around and buy 'em turkeys |
| Mini, micro, Draco, I’m still working on my off days |
| Let us be mutual |