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Quando Rondo – What I'm On Lyrics | Lyrics

July 8, 2024, 3:36 pm

My heart cold just like North Philly, without no hands you can feel me. You lied, you said you'd ride but you ain't rode. I talked to Pablo on collect, he told me that he losin' faith. Quando Rondo - New Ones. Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim. I done tried everything in the world just to make you mine. I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life. Quando rondo what i'm on lyrics collection. I smell the codeine while pissing I love them double cups. Baow, baow (Jah, heat it up). Only the deaf ones can hear me, them Prada shoes look like Heelys. Don't play with us, we play for keeps, all of my niggas ain't got nothing in the streets". Shorty get your bag, getcha-getcha-getcha bag. I ain't tryna hear no, "Sorry" from you, bitch, save it. No pops at home, the hood raised him.

'Cause I'll spend a whole five mil' to get him out them chains. No cap, I can count the times they said they keep it a hunnid. Intro: Quando Rondo]. I'm grindin' hard every day, hey.

Joke's on you, two-door coupe, laughin' to the bank. Trell's on the track). In brand new Burberry curtains for life. My cup was killin', plus it's overflowin' with evil thoughts, "No more pain". This thunder sign it's really killin' me. Her Rollie be blindin', she just had to have it. I don't care if it cost a hunnid mill'. See, I ain't really have a thing. Quando rondo would u ride for me. Sign up and drop some knowledge. I sip codieine with a pasision, see it in my face. Every time she quiet, daddy's girl getting paid up.

We don't do plain Jane, get her new VVs. What you know about paper chasing? He like, "Lil bruda How you living? And hella smoke from out the MAC, back to back, blowin' reefa. I lost lil Quaffy to that heat, my mama out of the candles. What's the real definition of "Won't change"?

My nigga took the charge for me. And you know I all us bangin' blue, but all I fuck is red bitches. Made me change the way that I live. Double cup full of mud, I keep on pourin'. I gotta show you, come straight from the gutter love. He do for people he don't know, he feel they usin' him. Take a trip out coast to coast. In the shower with your mama got her privacy. On Instagram, flex up with all them bands, don't make us come and rob ya. Drug dealers, minimum days be the reason for the time I miss. Pistols get to hitting like a missile, come through tear it up.

The trenches, that's just another name for the ghetto (ghetto). They wasn't with me on the block, yeah. Then I left him in the back. If they catch me lackin'. Right in front the judge, boy, you made a statement. That pussy wet like the Pacific Ocean deep. Q-R-N. (Damn, Jam, this sh*t a vibe). Twenty-five hundred, AMIRI the jeans.

My shorties get violent. Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out. Wait, they really hate the fact you made it. It's a real nigga 101, oh, oh, oh. She a ride or die, call her Left Eye. I swear to God I f*ck with shawty 'cause keep me a secret. With me, you wastin' time, baby, don't even buy that watch. I might rap the whole time we on the phone. Ple-ple-e-e-e-e-ease let me know. I swear I had to start first. Find lyrics and poems. I learned how to count up guala 'fore I can read.

Shawty so incredible. I sip that lean way more than water, I take codeine straight to the face.