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quando rondo - aw yeah lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, d+wiz is ballin’)
ayy, bae (simo fre just k!lled it)
i swear that, baby, you the baddest
that’s without the plastic, your ass thick
baby, you my everything like drake be on the adlibs

[chorus]
i’ma buy you purses, i’ma buy you rings
don’t forget to close the curtains in the bentley thing
all they know is murder on the street i claim
kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
we get them bags comin’ in on a plane, off+white, dropped a check, uh
brand+new paper tag on the ‘vette, it’s all that
couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
just to show thеm doubters that i’m next, aw yeah

[verse 1]
that amg outta thеy price range, i’m all in the gutter
know life a gamble like a dice game when you live in the struggle
he hittin’ l!cks all through the night, man, tryna make his sh+t double
i been doin’ well so godd+mn long, i feel the right thing is trouble
up with the stick, came with the light man, then k!lled his lil’ brother
felt like i had to make this song, man, for my n+ggas that hustle
he keep that metal when he ridin’ even though he a muslim
life of the ghetto, ’bout survival, might just put some sh+t under
[chorus]
i’ma buy you purses, i’ma buy you rings
don’t forget to close the curtains in the bentley thing
all they know is murder on the street i claim
kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
we get them bags comin’ in on a plane, off+white, dropped a check, uh
brand+new paper tag on the ‘vette, it’s all that
couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
just to show them doubters that i’m next, aw yeah

[verse 2]
i got too much drank in my soda, so much weight on my shoulders
got so much pain in my folder, f+ck the fame, it’s gettin’ closer
i just want a plain+jane rollie with a gray range rover
with my main main ho, take them, the chains off when this d+mn game over
had to sacrifice, so it ain’t right, the savage life for my n+gga
just know i’m ridin’ wrong or right like f+ck that knife, keep my pistol
i ran it up in black and white like derek percy, you a victim
i’m fedded up, know you a mice but try to play like a k!ller

- quando rondo lyrics

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