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Quando Rondo

Genres: Hip-Hop

New Ones Lyrics - Quando Rondo

[Intro: Quando Rondo] 

Vicasso on another one 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

SephGotTheWaves 

Whoa 

Oh, I 

Uh 

 

[Chorus: NoCap] 

Run around with them same niggas, I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones 

I'll go dig up them old rods, I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns 

Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for me to move on 

I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie, I ain't tryna put no suit on 

I can buy a hundred steaks and I still won't meet the cops 

My jewelry Frosted Flakes, I barely got time to see my pops 

For the nigga who murdered Slim, no doorbell, I'ma knock 'em off 

I'ma put this Glock to work, I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah 

 

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[Verse 1: Quando Rondo] 

Nigga damn near thought about killin' myself 'cause I ain't wanna turn twelve 

When I was in the water drownin' with them sharks, they was thinkin', "Oh well" 

High-speed chase, went and got a room with my bitch, thinkin', "Will my ho tell?" 

Me and Joe Dirt locked in for life like we ain't got no bail 

I'ma bring my mask out (Brrah) then go hunt for the opps, no Easter 

See, my bank account got a new balance, I ain't talkin' about no sneaker 

Spray 'em down with Clorox then make the haters go sit on the bleachers 

No new friends like two twins, I still run with the same people 

 

[Chorus: NoCap] 

Run around with them same niggas, I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones 

I'll go dig up them old rods, I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns 

Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for me to move on 

I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie, I ain't tryna put no suit on 

I can buy a hundred steaks and I still won't meet the cops 

My jewelry Frosted Flakes, I barely got time to see my pops 

For the nigga who murdered Slim, no doorbell, I'ma knock 'em off 

I'ma put this Glock to work, I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah 

 

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[Verse 2: NoCap] 

Yeah, throwed all my kicks away 

I got trust issues (Yeah), throwed all my kicks away 

Even my Christian Loubs, but ay, that's how it be 

I just didn't see it in you (Didn't see it in you) 

If I smoke cigarettes by the pack I still won't play like it's cool (Play like it's cool) 

I wanna take a trip to Arizona 

'Cause all I think about is how I'ma put my hood on like Trayvon 

In my zone, they tote automatics 

I'ma tear Burnsville down and I'ma name my projects AutoZone 

Last night I couldn't hear, I was too busy thinkin' 'bout death 

Water deep, I shoulda been Michael after all this pain I felt, yeah 

Everybody around me armed, like they ain't got no legs 

I told 'em to bear with me, but I had lost a couple Teds 

I seen so many starvin', they took chances and went fed 

Dreams of BET but I'm still in the hood tryna catch a bet 

Spend a couple thousand on shoes, it's cool, we'll get it back tomorrow 

Runnin' with the same niggas since I was little so we gon' pull up in Ferraris 

 

[Chorus: NoCap] 

Run around with them same niggas, I ain't thinkin' about hangin' with new ones 

I'll go dig up them old rods, I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns 

Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for me to move on 

I'm tryna win, I ain't tryna see no tie, I ain't tryna put no suit on 

I can buy a hundred steaks and I still won't meet the cops 

My jewelry Frosted Flakes, I barely got time to see my pops 

For the nigga who murdered Slim, no doorbell, I'ma knock 'em off 

I'ma put this Glock to work, I just pray to God that he get out, yeah, yeah 

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