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six-0 business - quando rondo lyrics

six*0 business lyrics
[intro]
(you know i stay charged up, double a [?])
ha, ha! free lil top (yeah)
n*gga, let they free lil top out
free lil top, n*gga, free lil top out (i need to talk with mike laury, free lil’ pluto, where lil’ pluto ‘dem?)
one, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)
one, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)
one, two, three, four, b*tch n*ggas gotta go (ah, ah, ha, ha)
one, two, three, four, yeah, oh, yeah (ah, ah, ha, ha)
(this is the sound)

[chorus]
crip n*gga, i just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with ’em
shorty, you know i got crippin’ in my jeans (ha, ha, ha)
a trill n*gga, i just wanna leave it on her face like a real n*gga
[?] like a thot, i give you [?] (ha, ha, ha, ha)
k!ll n*ggas, i just wanna wear that mike amari like it’s hillfiger
i just want ’em mike amari jeans (ha, ha, ha)
pills, n*gga, i just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip like [?] with ’em
homie, i don’t wanna sip that lean

[verse]
shut down they block, you know we rock out with thеm poles, we ’bout all that drama
they beef with us, you bеst believe his casket closed (uh*uh, ha)
without no rubber, i be f*ckin’ on these hoes, i told my baby mama
until the end, yeah, we gon’ sell a lot of dope and post up on the corner
ha, bad b*tch, treat her like she average
hit it from the back, i’m tryna nut all on your mattress
then i ride ’round with that static
chrome heart, big ratchets
money on yo’ dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (ha)
kick a door, that five*seven came with a red dot
i’m smokin’ dope, all out my body feeling just like ai
we don’t give a f*ck ’bout who you murked because that p*ssy dead now
all ’bout the ralphy on a shirt, we spin the block then i’m fine
glock 27, murder weapon, them p*ssies better be careful
all on his block where we be steppin’, we jumpin’ from out a tesla
but i’m on fox 5, all that rappin’, that p*ssy n*gga gon’ catch ’em
extensions stalk, g23, ’bout my jesus piece it’s whatever
it’s on now, one in the head, my .45
got n*ggas dead on both sides
i’m goin’ fed, so tell them n*ggas, “come try me”
them robin jeans got angel wings
tats on my face, i feel like wayne
.238’s, we leave a stain
b*tch, this a h*llcat not a [?]
i love to see her wrist bling
that’s my b*tch, by her you stank
’til i’m dead, i ain’t gon’ change
i’ma take these meds and sip this drank
from the dark side, rollin’ 40 crip ‘nem be my brothers
i look like batman, brand new double*r favorite color
b*tch, i’m a black man, we gon’ dump the glock, and after that it’s in the trash can
i can’t be listenin’ to my momma, lightly [?]
i be traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and [?], man
all on my side, we ’bout the drama, play with us, i’ma drop [?]
i’ma send a [?] up to heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing
fall out with that smith and wesson
that jump out [?], f*ck a [?]
two percocets, then pop a xanny
ain’t murder yet, but, boy, get ready
down in the ground just like some treasure
you know that we be throwin’ extra (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
crip n*gga, i just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with ’em
shorty, you know i got crippin’ in my jeans (ha, ha, ha)
a trill n*gga, i just wanna leave it on her face like a real n*gga
[?] like a thot, i give you [?] (ha, ha, ha, ha)
k!ll n*ggas, i just wanna wear that mike amari like it’s hillfiger
i just want ’em mike amari jeans (ha, ha, ha)
pills, n*gga, i just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip like [?] with ’em
homie, i don’t wanna sip that lean

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