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quando rondo - where i'm from lyrics

[intro: blocboy jb]
freshduzit
hah, hah, hah

[chorus: blocboy jb]
we spin a wig, pull up with thirties and sig’s (word)
duct tape, kidnap a young n-gg- kids (huh?)
smokin’ og while you smokin’ on mid (gas)
f-ck 12, no we don’t talk to the pigs (f-ck ’em)
told that b-tch i want head like a wig (she slurpin’)
where i’m from, we catch bodies and jig (rrah)
aim for the top like a lid (huh?)
got my whole trap jumpin’ like tig’ (that’s on my mama)

[verse 1: quando rondo]
20, ain’t made it college, but that boy got bodies, they charge him with third degree
we got a problem in houston, i’m strapped with a rocket, that boy will not murder me
i’m f-ckin’ the doctor that serve the narcotics, see i’m on the lean and the percocet
money, i eat it and sh-t it and breathe it and sneeze it, matter fact, just burped a check
in the ’yo with blocboy and i’m with the nba gang
spinnin’ on they block, boy, with two k’s, no nba game, ayy
i do not f-ck with no nike or jordan, i go do my shows in a polo tee
i told ’em fendi, louis, and the gucci, but you know i f-ck with lil’ polo g
down on my d-ck, i remember them days when the folks didn’t even much notice me
i flew to south memphis to walk through the mall, now them folks like, “can i take a photo, please?”
i was just thinkin’ like back then was now
ain’t no cap in my rap like the boy backend child
like the spine in my back, no i’m not backing down
when quando gon’ drop? heard they keep askin’ ’round
hey, i was just stuck in the slums with a drum and glock-21, i ain’t talkin’ savage
pull up on my ex and i make her eat d, i know she hate that i’m far from average

[verse 2: polo g]
and i might put a bag on your head
call them k!llers up when we plot to a diss though
lost some of my brothers so we want war forever, we ain’t lettin’ that sh-t go
yeah, lil high ‘nem got me
told me, “stay out of the streets, just keep makin’ them hits, bro”
my shorties get violent
he gon’ start torchin’ sh-t when he hang out the window
and he ain’t sh-t but 16
but he don’t give a f-ck, he just letting that b-tch blow
thirty shots from this glock make a b-tch n-gg- duck from this stick like he doin’ the limbo
pop out with the drip, go cop me some prada shoes and my sweater say kenzo
before i had crystal i was rotating hoes, stuffin’ c-ck in a nympho
f-ck her quick then i’m gone
i’m an important man, i can’t give her the d-ck slow
vv’s in this rollie, lil’ ho is fanned out ’cause she like how my wrist glow
lil’ b-tch said i’m the hottest, and i just laughed at her ’cause it ain’t like i didn’t know
and this sh-t wasn’t easy, n-gg-
i had to fight in them streets like i’m kimbo

[verse 3: blocboy jb]
i’m pullin’ tracks like an engineer (‘neer)
b-tch, i’m in the hood, not no engine here (word)
you face defeat like a pedicure (‘cure)
i’m getting green like it’s lettuce here
she hug me and want me to marry her
what do i look like, b-tch? i’m not a teddy bear (teddy bear)
these n-gg-s, they say that they k!llers
but when it’s wartime, they shootin’ up in the air, ayy (that’s on my mama)
d-mn, can someone bring me the backwood? (gas)
they way your b-tch twerkin’ and bendin’ it over, i just wanna see if that -ss good (that -ss)
i’m up in his building, that’s savannah
i’m grape but i roll with the neighborhood (crip)
i’m smokin’ loud pack, what is that?
this that sh-t that wake up the whole neighborhood (crip, crip, crip, crip, crip)
and if you think about robbin’ me, b-tch, you know that sh-t is a no-no (huh?)
all this ice on me, b-tch, i’m a snowglobe (word)
throwin’ all of these bullets like romo (woah)
kickin’ doors, n-gg-, that is my motto
i don’t give a f-ck, man, i do this sh-t solo (solo)
on the c, man, these n-gg-s are so broke (so broke)
i’m a g but i’m rockin’ with polo (yeah)

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