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Eliza (Bless Me Up)
Rylo Rodriguez
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Yeah, yeah
Tryna fill my syrup
Sip my syrup
I ran through a whole Wock' pint in just four beverages
Ain't no simp, I sent a lil' ho cryin' right to her daddy
One of my treeshes gettin' married, I'm thinkin' 'bout crashin' the wedding
All my women old enough, I'm not R. Kelly
Metro Boomin suitcases, waitin' to land it
Trio runnin' to baggage claim, I can't make this up
Got a hotel room just to get pancakes at the Four Seasons
I put on jewelry to watch my opps lose like Dillion Brooks
I'm buyin' Qua' 'cause this a juice world, ain't signed to Bibby
Freebandz, I'm locked in with Casino, but I'm not Offset
One day, I felt like I was clout chasin' to get some pussy
'Cause I put women in my close friends I never met
Yeah, I woke up and closed the deal, I'm rockin' old Chanel
I'm dressin' like white boys daily, but I ain't got Chrome for sale
I'm fuckin' my opp's sister just like lil' buddy from Chi-Raq
Bruh want me sign a nigga from Florida, I ask if he hard like Kodak
I ain't even get back with 'em, nigga wasn't hard as Kodak
I know he went to hell, but I wish I could bring lil' bro back
In advance, let me know
Just so I'll bring the right pills (bring the right pills)
I don't care what you do (where you go)
'Cause your night ends right here
Yeah, my sickos, they got croc' skin
I can death roll at the show in the mosh pit
She say, she say, she say Miu Miu make her pussy wet
She pray I get naked just so she can fuck my outfit
Could he help you add another bag to your shelf?
Rest in peace to the cop he killed 'cause his hat on my belt
With 20 hoes and they want to stream, but I am not Lil' Melt
I'm glad bruh kicked the cup, but I'm not clumsier than him
She want me to put my watch down so she could steal it
She from Oakland (come on)
And the wrist got me uncomfortable, I'm feelin' like I'm third wheelin'
She sweating Monday out for Chick-Fil-A 'cause she a Christian
The Double R door came suicide, slit your wrist then
We make strippers move they aura just to get a wristband
I already hit that shit, why she ask me to send a dick pic'?
AP Skelly on my watch, I still can see my wrist tat'
I just went one-of-one, you cap, sayin' that yours still ain't came yet
I been peepin' the plot, you fool
Done hit in the booth, you move
I shop every day 'cause ball is life like Uncle Skoob
Wishin' my block was here, them killers here
I have, put it in front of me, I wish
Tell me that story here (I do)
Haven't you blessed me yet?
Keep blessing me up
Bless me up, keep blessing me
I have, put it in front of me, I wish
Tell me that story here (I do)
God can bless me, oh, oh
Ooh, He's there