Quando Rondo - JOG Blueprint (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Quando Rondo - JOG Blueprint (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
You know once it's up with us, it's
stuck with us, you see what I'm
saying? Yeah (You know that)
Glock four-five his head nap (Boom, ha,
Yakree), il' shawty be my ratchet,
caught a baddie out my fan mail
Boom, baow, boom
Oh-oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the corner, hundred
round tryna rip them over (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post
up, now he fully loaded (Ah)
Thirty in my magazine, that shoot
it out if I approach 'em
Straight drag racin' in a Hellcat
like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (Ha), run
out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked,
that's 'bout a hundred rods
Jump Out Gang gon' stretch ya, I bet
that choppa shoot a hundred, yah
Two fifties on this MAC, all black,
we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt),
two hundred bottom of the soul
I'm sorry that I got attached to Promethazine
and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Got it off my new bitch, I got
her some blue shit with us
See what I'm sayin',
I got the blueprint
Amiri denim dripping with it, cost
me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause
this bitch don't love me, nigga
Shots fired off right by the bell
and I advised you not to play
.556 and .308 rip up they
block, then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake,
that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang
We break 'em down and bag 'em up,
ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha,
all my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty fuck, she love to rock
my blue bandana 'round her face
Full master foreign, roll that opp pack
in the air straight to the face
Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax,
plus some pint of purple med
That's my lil' homie on the corner
serving rocks and bangin' A
Feds, they be trollin' like we hiding
but we out 'til winter away
Mercedes throwing, bend they block,
then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion, roll another
dead opp straight to the face
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got
fed up, then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home,
his head bust and you get paid
You know Lil Timmy really 'bout
it, I be tryna tell him chill
Got all these Perkies in my body,
"Why the fuck you pop a pill?"
Don't even go inside the projects
since Lil JaJa, he got killed
I bet that bitch go blocker, blocker,
all these stocks inside my steel
You know lil' Jump Out black
and driving by like you
might just get killed
Ju-ju-jump out with them straps, I'm
styling, Balmain on my heels
Rollin' that pressure 'til he drop,
we got 'em all, run up a mil'
I'm like the box waitin' on my section
with that codeine out the seal
My family filled up with straight
dope fiends and it's
been like that for years
I'm such a stupid motherfucker, why
the fuck they gave me years?
We tote them guns and empty clips, bitch,
murder one, I'm from 'em Crips
Bro wonder, "Quan, he grip the witters?"
It's just the fucking
life I live (Boom, bah, skrrt)
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