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plenty muscle - quando rondo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
(lucent made it)
yeah
quando rondo (qrn)
(yo, vicky)

[verse 1]
money in my britches, i’m saggin’, my mama don’t like it
i’m swaggin’, but f*ck it, i’m keepin’ my ratchet
i ran up some cabbage, them trenches, the bricks wrapped in plastic, you want it, come get it, we taxin’
them pistols be clappin’, we rollin’ ’em up in a swisher or backy, you know that we happy what happened
these n*ggas claimin’ they heart be so cold when be rappin’, but really be hoes and be cappin’
[chorus]
rappin’ and trappin’, an entrepeneur
clеan my shoe with a napkin, i came out the sеwer (grrah)
assassination had came off the loot
f*ck all that waitin’, like nike, just do it
watchin’ ziggy and peezy whippin’ martha stewart
infiniti 20, had to 22 it (skrrt)
these n*ggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it
i’m rockin’ fendi, speakin’ to the jeweler
touchdown like i’m playin’ for dallas
my n*gga came home, then went right back to trappin’
i f*ck the baddest b*tches from atlanta
i feel like the baddest b*tches from savannah
yellow interior h*llcat mustard
try to come and catch up, i don’t f*ck with you busters
i’ma put up a bucket
all in fourth quarter, i’m hittin’ the buzzer
skinny n*gga, but i got plenty muscle

[verse 2]
got a plug, that’s a ‘migo, i take off, no rocket
r.i.p. takeoff, i’m keepin’ my rocket
tryna get me some kilos to put on my partner
i came up from zero, breakin’ in apartments
i can’t change up on leeky loco, that’s my partner
single somethin’, you really know ’cause we got choppers
i can’t put on no jeezy song, really he ain’t solid
he say, “f*ck the loyalty,” to make a profit
and if you ain’t loyal, i don’t want you ’round
i know you can’t afford what i’m whippin’ through town
love to wear d*ckies suits when i’m gettin’ off pound
walk in saks with the crew, leavin’ out, drip or drown
not the regular boots, this the new ysl
got a stretcher for you when he walk out that cell
i’ma spend all these blues on the bags of chanel
f*ck it, spin they whole crew, we gon’ really bring h*ll
[chorus]
rappin’ and trappin’, an entrepeneur
clean my shoe with a napkin, i came out the sewer (grrah)
assassination had came off the loot
f*ck all that waitin’, like nike, just do it
watchin’ ziggy and peezy whippin’ martha stewart
infiniti 20, had to 22 it (skrrt)
these n*ggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it
i’m rockin’ fendi, speakin’ to the jeweler
touchdown like i’m playin’ for dallas
my n*gga came home, then went right back to trappin’
i f*ck the baddest b*tches from atlanta
i feel like the baddest b*tches from savannah
yellow interior h*llcat mustard
try to come and catch up, i don’t f*ck with you busters
i’ma put up a bucket
all in fourth quarter, i’m hittin’ the buzzer
skinny n*gga, but i got plenty muscle

[verse 3]
gangster, the way, you should take it
r.i.p. to my pocket, they filled with dead faces
burn a sack off the car, we not catchin’ no cases
swerve the ‘cat off the lot, should’ve looked at they faces
.38 that revolver, it’s keepin’ the cases
all these commas keep comin’, it’s stuck in the bas*m*nt
pullin’ up on your corner, we servin’, no waitress
chopper go, “duh*duh*duh,” make it sound like fantasia
all these black and white diamonds, they think that i’m racist
you a rat, black and white, i done read all the pages
b*tch, i’m one of the hardest, that ain’t no debate sh*t
i’m one of the artists that’s uppin’ the laser
no time for waitin’, i want it, i get it
f*ck all the patience, i got that on riches
gotta put on my mask ’cause i know i’m the sickest
i know i’m the illest, i know i’m the trillest
[chorus]
rappin’ and trappin’, an entrepeneur
clean my shoe with a napkin, i came out the sewer (grrah)
assassination had came off the loot
f*ck all that waitin’, like nike, just do it
watchin’ ziggy and peezy whippin’ martha stewart
infiniti 20, had to 22 it (skrrt)
these n*ggas, they envy, glizzy, up and shoot it
i’m rockin’ fendi, speakin’ to the jeweler
touchdown like i’m playin’ for dallas
my n*gga came home, then went right back to trappin’
i f*ck the baddest b*tches from atlanta
i feel like the baddest b*tches from savannah
yellow interior h*llcat mustard
try to come and catch up, i don’t f*ck with you busters
i’ma put up a bucket
all in fourth quarter, i’m hittin’ the buzzer
skinny n*gga, but i got plenty muscle

- quando rondo lyrics

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