Letra de Taylor Port Junkie - Rylo Rodriguez

(Feat. Lil Yachty)

(Your discretion)

(It's your discretion, yeah)

(Your discretion)

This my life, I'ma do what I want

Bank account on NBA, I'm sittin' courtside (Yeah)

New implants, put some titties on a four-five

Talkin' to him 'fore his trial, pray he beat his charge

Call my phone, I ain't with the textin', I ain't C.J. Stroud

This a six-figure vehicle

Still park it on the front street

I'm a codeine drinker

She a Taylor Port junkie

Soon you touch down, be prepared

I'm way higher than you

Heard you're tryna turn off fatigue

I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh

She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah

You don't even post none of you

Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19"

All the pretty girls love 42

Where you been?

Coincidence I'm always in the same club that you in

I let you in

But you let me out the same door you came through

Wonder who else done got these recordings of you

Wonder who else done got these same portraits of you

Won't force it on you, no abortions on you

Head game cold, I put a North Face on you

Million-dollar nigga, I'm still up in the hood though I made it out this shit

NFL money, I ain't see the draft, it look like I committed

Shot niggas, hit the courtroom, have a lot to say

Been a minute since I brought this watch out so I'll be out the way

I done lost it all before, I know how it feel, for real

Tryna put a play together just to make sure that we all rich

Been knew I was the one, I come through rockin' Kapital

Get the baby wipes, I done filled the Goyard bag with dog shit (Yeah, yeah)

This a six-figure vehicle

Still park it on the front street

I'm a codeine drinker

She a Taylor Port junkie

Soon you touch down, pick a pill

I'm way higher than you

Heard you're tryna turn off fatigue

I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh

She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah

You don't even post none of you

Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19"

All the pretty girls love 42 (Hm)

Doggy trim, so they pulled him from the pin like grenade

All these hoes fake fruity like Minute Maid (Yeah)

She turned bi, she realized her ex-nigga had a pussy (Hm)

Cops pulled us over, I started sweatin', I had a fully (Frrp)

I give you a million dollars worth of game like I'm Gillie

Invest a quarter at my tables, light his chairs like I'm chilly

At twelve o’clock, I had that shit goin' up like a wheelie (Yeah)

Her and her friends wanna fuck me off a P-P-P-P-P (Damn)

Man, these niggas made you act just like an arcade (Hm)

Put a bad bitch in a Rolls and let her stargaze (Yeah)

Took her out her jurisdiction like a cop chase (Huh)

Fuck them niggas, what they on? I'm on a mission (The fuck?)

You think I treat my baby mama like I'm Tristan? (Damn)

They Twitter talkin, they treat life like a fiction

Everybody 'round me get to blitzin' (Brrt)

This a six-figure vehicle

Still park it on the front street

I'm a codeine drinker

She a Taylor Port junkie

Soon you touch down, pick a pill

I'm way higher than you

Heard you're tryna turn off fatigue

I'm gettin' tired of the usual, oh

She keep livin' life off of memes, yeah

You don't even post none of you

Tell the waitress, "Don't forget the 19"

All the pretty girls love 42

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