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lfisch - rondo lyrics

(intro)
yo turn that sh+t up a little bit
there ya go
yea… yea…

(chorus)
where’s the time look at my wrist and look at the shine
f+cked your b+tch cause she was a dime (dime)
and now she pressing my line
please dont press my line ho, please don’t cross that line hoe. (no)
you ain’t my type , so i passed it like i’m rondo (rondo)

(verse 1)
look at the wrist , look at the ice, now look at the drip (drip)
scooped your chick (chick)
she all on my d+ck and i got money and sh+t (facts)
and that’s on facts
tried to play her like blackjacks but
i ain’t really passed that
i’m old school like a snap+back , yea
rest in peace to kobe (kobe)
all these phonies think they know me (no)
they be calling me they homie (homie)
to my face they act so lonely (yea)
that’s b.s. bro (b.s. bro)
but p.s. bro (p.s. bro)
i ain’t school you’re chick
but i played her like a yo+yo
but that’s on the low
(chorus)
wheres the time look at my wrist and look at the shine
f+cked your b+tch cause she was a dime (dime)
and now she pressing my line (line)
please don’t press my line ho, please don’t cross that line ho (cross)
you ain’t my type , so i passed it like i’m rondo

(verse 2)
yea look at the wrist, now look at this check (check)
i know i am stunning but don’t break your neck (neck)
i want to be top five then top 3
so people gon’ finally see me
double that dough like siamese (yea)
when i came through people never really said sh+t (said sh+t)
and never really said sh+t
now i got clout like i think i really had it, (ugh)
but i never really had it (aye, had it)
i came through like a psycho (psycho)
backsp+ce like a typo (typo)
i am geats like a tribal (tribal)
swear to god i’m the bible (gone)

(chorus)
wheres the time look at my wrist and look at the shine
f+cked your b+tch cause she was a dime
and now she pressing my line
please don’t press my line ho, please don’t cross that line ho
you ain’t my type , so i passed it like i’m rondo (rondo)
(chorus)
wheres the time look at my wrist, and look at the shine
f+cked your b+tch cause she was a dime
and now she pressing my line
please don’t press my line ho, please don’t cross that line hoe
you ain’t my type , so i passed it like i’m rondo

- lfisch lyrics

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