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Taylor Port Junkie ft. Lil Yachty – Rylo Rodriguez

“Taylor Port Junkie”

(feat. Lil Yachty)

No discretion

It’s no discretion, yeah

No discretion

In my life, I’ma do what I want

Bank countin’, NBA, I’m sittin’ courtside, yeah

No one plays, put some titties on the four-five

Talkin’ to ’em for a trial before he beat his charge

Got my forehand with the Texan, I ain’t CJ Stroud

This a six-figure vehicle

Sreamin’, “Fuck it,” on the front street

I’m a codeine drinker

She a Taylor Port junkie

Soon as you touched down, be prepared

I don’t wanna get high in a year

Heard you’re tryna turn off a T

I’m gettin’ tired of the usual, oh

She keep livin’ life off of means, yeah

You don’t even post none of you

Told the waitress, “Don’t for the 19”

All the pretty girls love 42

Where you been?

Coincidence or not, we was 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

, I made it out the shit

look like I committed

Shot niggas hit the courtroom, have a lot to say

, I 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 came through rockin’ Kapital

And the baby wiper, I done filled the Goyard bag with dogshit (Yeah, yeah)

This a six-figure vehicle

Sreamin’, “Fuck it,” on the front street

I’m a codeine drinker

She a Taylor Port junkie

Soon as you touched down, be prepared

I don’t wanna get high in a year

Heard you’re tryna turn off a T

I’m gettin’ tired of the usual, oh

She keep livin’ life off of means, yeah

You don’t even post none of you

Told the waitress, “Don’t for 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 box, realize her ex-nigga had a pussy (Hm)

Cops pulled us over, I started sweatin’, I had a bully (Frrp)

I give a million dollars worth of game like I’m Gillie

like I’m chilly

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

Man, these niggas outchea treat you like an arcade (Hm)

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

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

Fuck these niggas, what they on? I’m on a mission (The fuck?)

You think I treat my baby momma like I’m Tristan? (Damn)

They quick to talk and they treat life like a fiction

Everybody ’round me get to blitzin’ (Brrt)

This a six-figure vehicle

Sreamin’, “Fuck it,” on the front street

I’m a codeine drinker

She a Taylor Port junkie

Soon as you touched down, be prepared

I don’t wanna get high in a year

Heard you’re tryna turn off a T

I’m gettin’ tired of the usual, oh

She keep livin’ life off of means, yeah

You don’t even post none of you

Told the waitress, “Don’t for the 19”

All the pretty girls love 42

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