Quando Rondo - JOG Blueprint (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Quando Rondo - JOG Blueprint (en) Lyrics
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saying? Yeah (You know that)
Glock four-five his head nap (Boom, ha,
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Zmagrya li f 3inya
Boom, baow, boom
mon amour zinek habalni
Black rock through the corner, hundred
round tryna rip them over (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post
up, now he fully loaded (Ah)
Straight drag racin' in a Hellcat
like a NASCAR (NAS')
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked,
that's 'bout a hundred rods
00:00:57,980 --> 00:01:01,890
Hobi madihach fel madaher La, Andir
jnawa7 nji na3angek o Nter
Jump Out Gang gon' stretch ya, I bet
that choppa shoot a hundred, yah
Bella ciao bella ciao
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
.556 and .308 rip up they
block, then you get paid
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New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake,
zawali Zinek hebelni
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
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Aime moi Por favore
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
Mercedes throwing, bend they block,
then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion, roll another
dead opp straight to the face
Seniorita que pa sa, ntjewjo f
fed up, then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home,
his head bust and you get paid
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
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
You know Lil Timmy really 'bout
it, I be tryna tell him chill
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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
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'
Hezi chtaytek mes souvenirs mak Salaw
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
We tote them guns and empty clips, bitch,
murder one, I'm from 'em Crips
Oh-oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
zawali Zinek hebelni
O la ola o lala zinek hebalni
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