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letra de trophies - quando rondo

[intro]
(cxb, know he go crazy)
one time, one time, send it up to the savior (hey, dvosk)
uh
(yo, vicky)
oh

[verse 1]
one time send a prayer to the savior
this for my n-gga locked in prison, or the one in the graveyard (oh)
inshallah, can you do me a favor?
open my eyes so i can separate the real from the fake ones (yeah)
[chorus]
check how i kick it, new reebok tennis
we send a blessin’ to the sky before we load up and spin it
big smith & wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
sh-t, i’m a ticket, if they catch me they collectin’ a million
stupid decisions got my n-gga doin’ ten up in prison
we was born to take a fall, that’s just the color our skin is
baby girl, i need you on my side just from the way that i’m livin’
i’m in my aunty freda house, i’m poppin’ perkys, prescripted
i poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
unc’ said, “don’t pull that heater out unless you shootin’ to k!ll it”
i’m livin’ life just like a rockstar
i could never plead the fifth if i’m guilty
all these bodies on my conscious got me feelin’ like timmy

[verse 2]
california reppin’, independent, pistol slangin’, i’m bangin’
to the day i die, you know i’m in it, until then, i maintain it
i tote that fire
peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a paink!ller
he don’t comply, he got to die
you see that rapper, i stained him
three-hundred-thousand up in twenties
who go the hardest? we catch him
cxb, he record me like a artist, met that boy up in texas
pab tryna dodge these rico charges like young thug, that my best friend
b-tch, i’m a problem and i promise, you gon’ leave on a stretcher
and i just wanna rock this size, from miami to texas
plain jane rollie on my wife, i spent a buck on a neckless
say, “lil’ whoadie, i’m just grindin’, tryna run me a check up”
he spent six-figures on her body back-to-back, she next up
[chorus]
check how i kick it, new reebok tennis
we send a blessin’ to the sky before we load up and spin it
big smith & wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
sh-t, i’m a ticket, if they catch me they collectin’ a million
stupid decisions got my n-gga doin’ ten up in prison
we was born to take a fall, that’s just the color our skin is
baby girl, i need you on my side just from the way that i’m livin’
i’m in my aunty freda house, i’m poppin’ perkys, prescripted
i poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
unc’ said, “don’t pull that heater out unless you shootin’ to k!ll it”
i’m livin’ life just like a rockstar
i could never plead the fifth if i’m guilty
all these bodies on my conscious got me feelin’ like timmy

[outro]
you know, i ain’t, i ain’t really trippin’ on this sh-t that they call life
you know ’cause we live to die, you know?
you know, i’ma die filthy rich though, you know? f-ck ’em

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