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letra de lost ones - quando rondo

[intro]
(everybody up the hill)
(ayy, soul, that’s sweet)
(shh, h-llion)
i’m ridin’, everybody slidin’ (yo, vicky)
banger on my waist on 95, you’re never hidin’

[chorus]
i’m back from the gutter, the trenches raised me, off the porch with a glock
better watch the ones who claim they love you, for the drop, they get guap
these n-ggas tempted by these sl-t hoes who f-ckin’ the block
ain’t no more love in my heart
and i don’t mean to question god, but
if he k!ll my partner, am i wrong if i go get him back?
i look around and see thеy gone, n0body got my back
if you a rat, ain’t havin’ racks, then you gon’ get rеspect
from the fans, raise your hands if you know a n-gga like that
that sh-t ain’t one hundred that all them real n-ggas in the grave
they showin’ love when he come ’round and all the trill n-ggas in a cage
i cashed out on a hundred pounds, now i got real k!llers gettin’ paid
i gotta watch out how i’ma move ’cause in the field, i got haters
[verse 1]
with that glock out, rock out, roll in the field with my laser
in a stolen car, spin on they block, they corner store, we jump out facin’
the double o, my n-gga block, i’m sippin’ wock while on that frazier
i told that ho to suck my c-ck, don’t kiss no ass, i’m chasin’ paper
new amg, all money gangsters
leavin’ brains hangin’ entertainin’
i don’t even got a cold or got a cough, i’m just a drinker
my heart cold like the north pole, red dot, rudolph, red laser
i was out here on my own, without a home, not even daycare
now they know my money long, they tryna come around like they cared
we shoot at doors, y’all hear the poles, believe the plan was not to play fair
ain’t no more postin’ on that corner, my best advice not to stay there
what time we on? you know the type, wearin’ wedding gowns, heels and fake hair
passed on my block inside a maybach

[chorus]
i’m back from the gutter, the trenches raised me, off the porch with a glock
better watch the ones who claim they love you, for the drop, they get guap
these n-ggas tempted by these sl-t hoes who f-ckin’ the block
ain’t no more love in my heart
and i don’t mean to question god, but
if he k!ll my partner, am i wrong if i go get him back?
i look around and see they gone, n0body got my back
if you a rat, ain’t havin’ racks, then you gon’ get respect
from the fans, raise your hands if you know a n-gga like that
that sh-t ain’t one hundred that all them real n-ggas in the grave
they showin’ love when he come ’round and all the trill n-ggas in a cage
i cashed out on a hundred pounds, now i got real k!llers gettin’ paid
i gotta watch out how i’ma move ’cause in the field, i got haters
[verse 2]
o take that k, bring yellow tape, trackhawk, get that banger, n-ggas know we rich and dangerous
hats off to the youngin, jump out bangin’ with that draco
racks on, i got balmain on my denim from my ankle
last song, i been thinkin’ ’bout my n-gga trig in california
back home, i still got a couple pillows that i gotta get gone
back door slime, i’m sleepin’ with my pistol, i can’t have a cracked dome
mask on, i still got a couple k!llers that could take me to a home
tracfone, break it, toss in the river, the nasty dealer rat gone
one hundred fifty thousand and ridin’, we straight from off these vacuum seals
we gon’ need some more money counters, i broke the last one tryna count a mill’
i swear my heart in the projects, but ain’t been ’round, now they got out to k!ll
like, one, two, three, went to droppin’, y’all drop the three, but y’all ain’t got no k!lls

- quando rondo

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