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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacoby Cherry
Jacoby Cherry
Songwriter
Lemuel Wilson
Lemuel Wilson
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacoby Cherry
Jacoby Cherry
Mixing Engineer
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Producer
Lemy
Lemy
Producer

Lyrics

No, I ain't got s- goin' on (uh-uh) I'm just, I'm just in New York, I need a fat (yo, this gotta be Lemy) Uh-uh-uh Rollin' doja and shit like that (Cxb, know he go crazy) Only if you speak my lingo you will understand me (uh-uh) I wanna hit a lick like bingo, least that's how I planned it (uh-uh) Life a gamble, no casino, Pablo left me damaged (yeah) Damn, dog left a n- damaged Too many P- in my body, on another planet (oh, uh) They wanna m- the only artist come from out Savannah (uh) I think that I might throw the towel in on my bandana (clatt) I think somebody out Crenshaw ran down and hit my man up How I'm gon' give my life to Allah? This a dirty Fanta I wish I bulletproofed that Tahoe, jump out with that hammer That hurt my heart, I watched my partner die right by a gas pump Look to the sky, a shootin' star, bet that I'm the last one One thing for sure. I'd ride or die, I know that all my n- is The only reason that I screamed out, "No," I seen my n- dead They laughed at me and made a joke, but never seen a n- bled I gotta roll me up some dope 'cause I can't get this out my head That's all I see when I get sleep, so I don't barely go to bed I d- near think my bladder pink 'cause I keep sippin' on this drink D-, Saviay'a, how you leave me out like this? I take the blame Went to the county, I made sure I sent you hundreds everyday I swear to God, I hate the fame, I just wish that I could change I'm goin' hard, lock in the pain, I think it's time to quit the game It's like I'm walkin' through the rain, I told Lil Dee to keep your chain Whole hundred s- get filled with Flame, I hear they speakin' on your name Only if you speak my lingo you will understand me (uh-uh) I wanna hit a lick like bingo, least that's how I planned it (uh-uh) Life a gamble, no casino, Pablo left me damaged (yeah) Damn, dog left a nigga damaged Too many P- in my body, on another planet (oh, uh) They wanna m- the only artist come from out Savannah (uh) I think that I might throw the towel in on my bandana (clatt) I think somebody out Crenshaw ran down and hit my man up How I'm gon' give my life to Allah? This a dirty Fanta I wish I bulletproofed that Tahoe, jump out with that hammer That hurt my heart, I watched my partner die right by a gas pump Look to the sky, a shootin' star, bet that I'm the last one
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Marcus Richard, Jacoby Cherry, Lemuel Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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