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what im on - quando rondo & 4shitjoedirt lyrics

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[intro: quando rondo]
(thanks, yakree)
baow, brrt
baow, baow
baow, baow (jah, heat it up)
qrn

[chorus: quando rondo]
i’m drankin’ (drankin’), we send you a cup, i’m sippin’ purple early (early)
i’m bangin’, at anyone portraitin’ with that .30 (.30)
i’m playin’, any n*gga’s block, they wanna murk me (who manna murk?)
i’m sayin’, my d*ck old ’bout lil’ shawty left me burnin’ (uh, uh, yup)
low*key (uh), i done really cashed out on a audemars rollie
i’m talkin’ twice, i f*cked lil’ mama while she actin’ like she know me (yeah, yeah)
no j, i done bought gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (yeah)
don’t say, i can go to judge like tomorrow and i won’t say sh*t

[verse 1: 4sh*tjoedirt & quando rondo]
pass me my guitar, you know i rock out with that burner (grrah)
don’t give a f*ck ’bout where we at, we catch a opp and we gon’ turn up (and)
i just cashed out on a box, when that b*tch drop, you know i’m servin’ (uh, uh)
how the f*ck you n*ggas miss a hundred shots? that sh*t a hundred (wipe ’em, murk ’em)
most likely in the booth with .22, mistress smokin’ purple (yeah)
my best advice, you keep it cool, like drop a twenty, then you murder
new cartier right from the right wrist, i can’t let lil’ shawty purgin’
i holler cat ’bout doin’ rat sh*t, we do deep sh*t in my circle (uh, uh)
low*key, i be on my avenue strapped down, like, “f*ck the police”
we come through, crept it, stretch out, trap down, we gon’ run down where ’em ‘bows be, yeah
it ain’t no cappin’, watch the maverick sippin’ lean all in a nosebleed, yeah (magic)
stay servin’ nines out his mattress, i be deeper than his nosebleed
i f*cked on her and her, don’t cater, she a bad b*tch (baddie), ate the whole thing
it’s late night, geeked up off them addys, where the act’ at? i won’t know it
i throw the six up with a passion, i’m blue*flaggin’, sent ’bout four hits
i keep that heat tucked on my avenue, you come through, we gon’ off it
[chorus: quando rondo]
i’m drankin’ (drankin’), we send you a cup, i’m sippin’ purple early (early)
i’m bangin’, at anyone portraitin’ with that .30 (.30)
i’m playin’, any n*gga’s block, they wanna murk me (who manna murk?)
i’m sayin’, my d*ck old ’bout lil’ shawty left me burnin’ (uh, uh, yup)
low*key (uh), i done really cashed out on a audemars rollie
i’m talkin’ twice, i f*cked lil’ mama while she actin’ like she know me (yeah, yeah)
no j, i done bought gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (yeah)
don’t say, i can go to judge like tomorrow and i won’t say sh*t

[verse 2: quando rondo]
i get the ones, i shake it to the plug, he send them birdies
lil timmy dangerous, i try to tell him, “come down with that curtain”
ain’t no explainin’, shake it, grip, then run out with that burner
if you ain’t gangin’, we gon’ cross you out like kyrie irving
and we gon’ up and shoot all, all i smoke is thuggin’
and you know i all us bangin’ blue, but all i f*ck is red b*tches
slimy b*tch for sho’, she wipe his nose, she filled with snake venom
take your back, call back that poli’ up, and blow, and keep that k with ’em
give a f*ck where they at, we gon’ run down
with the stick in the car, we gon’ stick up the block
if you don’t give it up, it’s a gun sound
twenty pounds from the plug and it’s fresh off the project
i’ma hold this sh*t down for my n*ggas on lock
talk out, back in the day, we was stealin’ them casas
man, these n*ggas be cap, they ain’t never gon’ spark
n*ggas really be b*tches, they beefin’ ’bout boxholes (uh, uh)
stole a tee, lil’ whoadie used to rock out way before he wrote a robbery
ayy, she gon’ throw it back and bust it open ’cause i’m poppin’
stop it, you be drinkin’ green, two double cups, i’m sippin’ wocky
my vvs blindin’ from my neck down to my wrist like i play hockey
[chorus: quando rondo]
i’m drankin’ (drankin’), we send you a cup, i’m sippin’ purple early (early)
i’m bangin’, at anyone portraitin’ with that .30 (.30)
i’m playin’, any n*gga’s block, they wanna murk me (who manna murk?)
i’m sayin’, my d*ck old ’bout lil’ shawty left me burnin’ (uh, uh, yup)
low*key (uh), i done really cashed out on a audemars rollie
i’m talkin’ twice, i f*cked lil’ mama while she actin’ like she know me (yeah, yeah)
no j, i done bought gabbana on my corner from a dope fiend (yeah)
don’t say, i can go to judge like tomorrow and i won’t say sh*t

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