Quando Rondo - Dead Wrong (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Quando Rondo - Dead Wrong (en) Lyrics
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(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
These niggas now what the fuck goin'
on, uh (Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
You know that I'm one real,
yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
All my niggas really 'bout to come
through the cut and let that bitch
bang (Q-R-N, hah, hah, hah)
And I say uptown, downtown,
blue flags all around
Chitty chitty, gang gon' let it bang
Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y'all
pussy niggas know what's up
Forty thousand with a dub if one
of y'all bring back his brain
Like tell me what is you saying?
I'm from a corner where
they bangin' Crip gang
Ain't no discussion once
you speak on my name
Send him to sleep with his mans
Go ask the city 'bout who
really be slaying
Outside his house, inside
the bushes, we laying
I want him down in the grave
They say, "You dead wrong"
I just left the grave from seeing
Ralphie, kissed his headstone
I be in a rush, call me blue
monster, Sonic Hedgehog
I just got a Glock, came in from
Russia, need a red dot
Put him to sleep just like some Wock'
or Robitussin, need his dreadlocks
I'm steady countin' up these dead guys
Beretta, I can't lack mine
Like for the cheddar, I collect mines
Like make sure one inside
the glizzy, ain't no stoppin'
at them red lights
Hundred round drum look like some titties
on the glizzy in the Redeye
Don't touch that gun 'cause
that's for Leeky when he
get to doin' fed time
She text my phone like, "Come
and see me," she know
I can make her bed rock
You bust his dome, don't show no pity,
spin again, and let a hundred fly
Like leave me 'lone, I'm on
my grizzy, trying stake
me up a hundred, yeah
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