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soul reaper - quando rondo lyrics

[intro]
ha
they got me f*cked up if they thinking i ain’t gon’ rock out
(d*mn, jam, this sh*t a vibe)
(yo, vicky)

[chorus]
they got me f*cked up if they thinking i ain’t gon’ rock out like i’m p*ssy
don’t call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on the glock, hit like a fully
holding thirty shots, scr*p with my rod
wait ’til it’s dark, jump out the bushes
we screaming, “f*ck a nine to five,” i’m on the block gripping a toolie
all out the roof, that stick go boom, bam
rundown, chopper, love the gun sound
i know they hate i live a gangster lifestyle
can’t go nowhere without that banger ’cause my life wild
n*gga ran up on me then we spanked him, i’m talking lights out
wе do the dash in that derango, jumped out with that pipе out
so tell ’em pipe down

[verse]
my grandma told me that i’m close to my casket
that’s why i keep thirty clip on me with that stick in the backseat
lets see who bout that action
switch on that mac, yeah we gon’ up it and blast it, this b*tch automatic
he made a diss, wait ’til the day that we catch him, we gon’ see who really savage
i had to cut off my lil’ b*tch for treating me like a marriage
jump out that tree gripping that stick and let that f*ck n*gga have it
load up them glocks, walk down the street, we gon’ through this sh*t here forever
extension stock, g23, i’m tryna knock off a rapper
i’m on my block, boy, come and creep, i don’t think you want no real static
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout who got bds ’bout who got turned to ashes
we steady passing out scratches, tats on my back famous dexting
i’m from the bottom of the ‘jects, we bang 6*0 in my section
girl, you ain’t more than my best friend, i only trust in that wesson
we hit the a, i*95 then bought some glocks out the west end
.223 and .556, i better cave that boy chest in
realest sh*t i heard from my lil’ partner is like [?]
[chorus]
they got me f*cked up if they thinking i ain’t gon’ rock out like i’m p*ssy
don’t call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on the glock, hit like a fully
holding thirty shots, scr*p with my rod
wait ’til it’s dark, jump out the bushes
we screaming, “f*ck a nine to five,” i’m on the block gripping a toolie
all out the roof, that stick go boom, bam
rundown, chopper, love the gun sound
i know they hate i live a gangster lifestyle
can’t go nowhere without that banger ’cause my life wild
n*gga ran up on me then we spanked him, i’m talking lights out
we do the dash in that derango, jumped out with that pipe out
so tell ’em pipe down

- quando rondo lyrics

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