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letra de groupie bitches - quando rondo

[intro]
oh, oh-oh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[?] got the sauce
whoa, oh-oh
illwill made the beat bounce
every day we went through poverty, yeah
i remember we ain’t have a pot to pee
every day we went through poverty, yeah
i remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah

[chorus]
i seen some sh-t that i can’t talk ’bout, yeah
my lil’ n-ggas, they in the trap house, yeah
i’ma f-ck her good, i’ll make her tap out, yeah (yeah, yeah)
that’s a gamble, hope i don’t cr-p out, yeah
i swear we been livin’ in poverty, yeah
i remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah
bankroll big like the lottery, yeah
glizzy wit’ a d-ck, no, ain’t no robbin’ me
all these groupie b-tches tryna follow me, yeah

[verse 1]
how many drugs i’m on, i’m like “one, four, two, three”
i’m on the perky, xany, molly, no more ecstasy
five star hotel, i’ll be in the lobby rollin’ exotic weed
[?]
i’m on a whole ‘nother level, i’m on a different planet
we made a ten turn to a dub from out the kitchen cabinet
watch rufus pulled up on ’em, pair of them pistols clapping
we got the pounds of the herbs, we wrap the bricks in plastic
the baddest in the building her but i prefer her racks
i spilled syrup all on my gucci loafers, lean all on my alexanders
lil’ rondo build that b-tch, i keep that on me
shawty on the sh-t, she on the sh-t just like a baby pamper
all the opps and rats, when they have kids they gon’ be baby [?]
’cause shawty hit my line like, “rondo, why you never check up on me?”
i told that b-tch, “you gotta listen from night to the morning”
she jus’ wanna fly to calabasas, california
sucked me in the backseat of my [?] wearin’ jordans

[verse 2]
i’m tryna nut all on her face and no apology
i rolled the dice, hope i don’t cr-p out, no monopoly
b-tch, take this work to bronem trap house or don’t talk to me
hey i crashed the vac geeked off the xany with a ‘rari key
i been wantin’ this sh-t so long, i play like my dream callin’ me
they play wit’ you, you bust they f-ckin’ dome, don’t ever talk to me
would’ve said don’t call my phone them choppa n-ggas sound like pleasure p
i be on promethazine, i be off some extra t
pure codeine and fanta peach
i be on the actavis the ‘tussin and the wok
call my youngin’ on the block and know we bussin’ if it pop out
we be on the block out
we be in them low-lows wit’ them locals duckin’ cop cars
i be doin’ all the f-ckin’ drugs like a rockstar
i’m just tryna go all the way up like a popstar
i been goin’ hard on the drugs like rockstar
i done seen them put ’em on a rug and by [?]

[outro]
the label just sent me a text [?]
i’m wearin’ all blues, i don’t do no check up like democracy
them shooters shoot when they come back they want a shotta free
i be on the stage with my dogs like a rockstar be
i been goin’ hard on the drugs like a rockstar be
no matter what i do, i never give a b-tch apologies, yeah
i had all the guala in my robin jeans

- quando rondo

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