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mula rondo - lonely feat. only lyrics

hook (mula rondo)
i was rocking wit the gang
n-ggas say i dissed em (kilt em)
how you rolling wit the gang
but you acting different (guilty)
and you got a guilty conscience
and its f-cking wit you (tripping)
i ain’t tripping on them n-ggas
or them b-tches either (yea yea yea huh)
headshots for the n-gga
who was snitching on me (i got em)
told my mom im evil
b-tches acting phony (b-tches acting phony)
no dont show no love
because im by my lonely (because im by my lonely)
no dont show no love
because im by my lonely (yea yea yea huh)

verse 1 (mula rondo)
fake n-ggas never real
so i stay be by my lonely
n-ggas hate cause the can’t stop us
they tried to throw them papers
see me down
when i was glocked up
best believe i wasn’t locked up
you know i ain’t no wash up
i gave up doing lean
i could not fail my kidneys (acting different)
hang wit all the robbers
hang wit all the demons
(keep god wit me)
just in case its serious
have to off a demon
(scan them n-ggas)
scan em like a barcode
cause its really serious
i had jumped into them streets
i went and made a mess
i know that n-gga probably feds
tryna make arrest
i dont f-ck wit basic hoes
i know them b-tches told
and i know what i know
when n0body knows (when n0body knows)
when n0body knows (huh)
sometimes you gotta tell em
how the truth unfolds
sometimes you gotta leave em
wit a broken soul
4nem they stay sliding
catch a bl–dy nose

hook
i was rocking wit the gang
n-ggas say i dissed em (kilt em)
how you rolling wit the gang
but you acting different (guilty)
and you got a guilty conscience
and its f-cking wit you (tripping)
i ain’t tripping on them n-ggas
or them b-tches either (yea yea yea huh)
headshots for the n-gga
who was snitching on me (i got em)
told my mom im evil
b-tches acting phony (b-tches acting phony)
no dont show no love
because im by my lonely (because im by my lonely)
no dont show no love
because im by my lonely (yea yea yea huh)

verse 2 (only)
half a blount of the stogey
food from home of the hogey
banger you know that it’s on me
keep a mask like it’s winter
master the game like it’s splinter
hustle hard wit my homies
the money running saucony
flow water like rivers
her -ss shaking like shiver
the liquor slippin consistent
somebody pray for my liver
somebody pray for my n-ggas
they always reckless wit pistols
so much reckless abandoned
so much white it’s like dandruff
on the beat i be spazzing
in the past they was laughing
in the back now i p-ssed em
grab the strap and i blast em
keys on me can’t lock a n-gga
police feds trying to watch a n-gga
30 popper can’t stop a n-gga
30 popper might drop a n-gga
come to me, wishing up a money tree
i got 3 boys but all of them are one to me
i got tyre lil n-gga like a son to me
wild 100s chi streets gotta keep a gun wit me n-gga

- mula rondo lyrics

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