Lyrics Rylo Rodriguez – Melvin (Eviction Notice Love)
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Eviction notice love, he he he
I won’t be here that long, he he
Your heart, it feel like home, he he
Right now I gotta move home, he he he
Straight drop serving jay to jay, like Redick
I got crossed trying to pay my way, inside heaven
You couldn’t pay me to murk my niggas, free Melvin
He a killer, only when he log in
Bought her lots of Chanel just to keep her silence
I buy every drum, but don’t play with violins (violence)
Sharpen all the pencils, I ain’t tryna see the Pen
Say he got money but he just playing with ten bands
I done ran through twenty racks, in two weeks like Usain
All these racks on me they ain’t think I got nothing in the bank
All this water on me, she want to put my watch in a cup and drank it
I still go to the hood, no strap, it ain’t hit me that I’m famous
Don’t go chasing waterfalls all by yourself
I know niggas who run track but they can’t run from death
Fuck that thot, they getting Chiraq (shot at) like Lil Durk
Got they up, in New Orleans like Lil Turk
Project Baby sell frozen cups on my merch
Hoe so caught up in designer she fucked the clique for a purse
Eviction notice love, he he he
I won’t be here that long, he he
Your heart, it feel like home, he he
Right now I gotta move home, he he he
I won’t ever kill my dawgs, free Melly
Straight drop serving jay to jay, like Redick
I got crossed trying to pay my way, inside heaven
We bust his head like a watermelon
They know they cannot guard me like Harden
I put them on 28 like Fourtnette
I spent 17k on a Rolex
Play tic-tac-toe but I won’t take back my old (o) ex (x)
Tried to green dot Phil, he a blood, he ain’t take it, cause it ain’t red
They be fucking my nigga, you gone tell me that you love me, you’re tryna play with my head
I know that he will tell like Hilton Perez
Eviction notice love, he he he
I won’t be here that long, he he
Your heart, it feel like home, he he
Right now I gotta move home, he he he
I won’t ever kill my dawgs, free Melly
Straight drop serving jay to jay, like Redick
I got crossed trying to pay my way, inside heaven
You couldn’t pay me to murk my niggas, free Melvin