a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

counting bands - quando rondo lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy (skrrt)
yeah
ridin’ in the foreign, it’s a brand new lamborghini
shorty said she with me ’til the end, i wanna see it
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i’ma roll this dope up ridin’ round strapped while counting bands, yeah
lil’ shorty say she really dig my swag, that i’m handsome
i told jakiyah grandma, don’t you ever call me grandson
no, that b*tch can’t get my number, mama know i ain’t got no manners
i really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry
i really post up in the project houses, balmain on my denim, and louis v
let’s hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil’ shorty, i’m talking ’bout you and me
it’s the feeling you give mе, i can’t live without it, lil’ mama, you don’t know what you do to me
[verse]
lil’ shawty a baddie, shе look like a blasian
first n*gga to have it, that’s why she my baby
she keep it real, no, she never be fakin’
we throw up crip that’s the way i made her
kiss on the lip like i’m coming back later
run up a mill and then go to jamaica
house in the hill, we gon’ ball like the lakers
thirty*round clip and it came with the laser (pew, pew)
hit him with them rubber bands, yeah
i might give my youngin fifty thousand, hit your mans up
i gave her my heart and she held it for ransom
gucci, fear of god, ferragamo blue bandana
i just want to pour some more codeine in my fanta
i always keep that thirty, thirty loaded on my mantel
purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam something
i just wanna post up with the dope fiends in savannah

- quando rondo lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular