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Lil Skies

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Welcome To The Rodeo Lyrics - Lil Skies

Ayy, ayy 

 

I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho 

I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros 

Ain't no killer but don't push me fingers itchin' on that pole 

Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose 

Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio 

Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe 

Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow 

Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo 

 

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Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause a nigga wearin' gold 

I came up and made it happen, I was trappin' by the store 

Big dope inside this Backwood case this nigga want smoke 

Do me dirty I'ma find you, lay your ass out on the floor 

19 with a bag, I got rich by myself 

Rather do this shit alone I wasn't askin' for no help 

They keep askin' how I'm winnin' with the cards that I was dealt 

Boy I worked hard for this seat and I ain't bucklin' my belt 

Call my brother on the phone, he said broski you a star 

I said brother hold it down and soon we'll all be livin' large 

And it's crazy how last year was sellin' coke out my garage 

Now I'm in a good position for this life can't sabotage 

 

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I ain't foldin' under pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho 

I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros 

Ain't no killer but don't push me fingers itchin' on that pole 

Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose 

Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio 

Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe 

Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow 

Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo 

 

I got tattoos on my face, I use that shit as motivation 

I could never get a job, so for my dream, I'm dedicated 

For a second lost myself, I was too busy gettin' faded 

Now they see me out in public and be knowin' what my name is 

All these rappers want the clout and the life of bein' famous 

I just wanna be stable, tell my family we made it 

I was comin' for my spot, a young nigga had to be patient 

Now I'm runnin' up these bands, can hit the island for vacation 

I've been shittin' on my haters, you could say I'm constipated 

Five racks on this fit just to stunt when I'm in Vegas 

Narcotic on my body, shout out to my nigga Caleb 

Young niggas got the cake up, now these bitches wanna date us 

 

I ain't foldin' for no pressure, I ain't switchin' for no ho 

I ain't talkin' to no cop and I ain't tellin' on my bros 

Ain't no killer but don't push me fingers itchin' on that pole 

Niggas plottin' on my come-up, gotta watch, they on my nose 

Long nights I sold drugs just to hit the studio 

Now I'm eatin' steak and shrimp, bitch, I ain't eatin' sloppy joe 

Look into the mirror, flex, and now a nigga in his glow 

Bust off like a Smith-N-Wesson, welcome to the rodeo 

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