Quando Rondo - Cream Soda (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Quando Rondo - Cream Soda (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and
I woke up this morning
With all this cash money, I
got all this cash on me
New money, blue money,
I'm tired (I'm tired)
I don't know why I tried
her (Why I tried her)
Said I'ma fuck her one time,
then I hit again (Oh)
Turning pennies to a dime, I
just hit the licks (QRN)
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil'
woadie on them double cups
Twenty bags of OGs, hit the
road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on
my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola,
run the cheddar up (Skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen,
I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona,
that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I'm
Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars,
I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your
body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace
and Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll,
she's a hottie just
like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round
the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer
A milli', that ain't nothin' to me,
I ran that shit up more than once
I'm really, really from the streets
and ain't nobody put me on
I like my bitches like my cars, I swear
to God that all 'em foreign
My closet worth about two hundred,
Amiri sneaks, I never wore 'em
Bad bitch just like Lauren London,
shop inside designer stores
Clean up crew, we do our chores, I count
up blues every time I'm bored
All blue the Aventador, make that
shit say, "Neighborhood"
I can make a 10-4, just break
'em down and sell 'em whole
We get 'em in and get 'em gone, your
bitch like how I put it on
A molly when she out of yola, I came
from catchin' sales on corners
Digi scales in California, go to
jail, they try to clone you
Play for keeps, we put you under,
AMG like fuck a Honda
Vince Carter, left his whole damn
arm in the rim (Arm in the rim)
Wrist water, I bet I could fuck Ms.
Parker, she a ten (She a ten)
Different colored bitches,
sorta like Crayola, I could
pick (I could pick)
Road to riches, throw that
Benz right off in sport
mode, let it hit (Skrrt)
Nowadays, jump off the porch and need
a glizzy with a switch (Grrah)
Cartiers, I could see the
hate, they know I'm super
rich (I'm super rich)
Broad day with no license plates, we
rock out with them sticks (Bah)
Broadway, worth 'bout fifty K,
you play, I'll send a blitz
Rod Wave, I'm dyin' in these
Cuban links, that's off the
rip (That's off the rip)
I know they hate to see me shinin',
I'm just tryna pay the
bills (Tryna pay the bills)
Purple baby, my lil' homies
thuggin', thunder off the
hip (They off the hip)
"Fuck you, pay me," that's the motto,
homie, Glocks, extended clips
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