Quando Rondo - Real Steppa (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Quando Rondo - Real Steppa (en) Lyrics
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Smith & Wesson, pull up, skrrt
down like the Taliban
I had to stack it, different
colors in my rubber band
I'm far from average, different
bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin', think it's
time to see the reverend
Late night, we trappin' on the back
streets, who the fuck say they
want smoke with my cousin?
You know you ain't gotta ask me,
whole hundred rounds from
out the MAC, no free dumpin'
Fifty pounds inside the back
seat, no, we not only
thuggin', we smugglin'
I told that bitch that I had
loved her, but told the
gang that it's fuck her
I told 'em, "Uh-uh"
Police steady askin' 'bout murders
I told 'em, "I don't know"
No, I don't got no rats in my circlе
All I know is Jump Out
We catch an opp, we dump the
clip, that's for cеrtain
Meet me at the crossroads
I'm goin' in that double
R, smokin' purple
.223, just like them Jordan 12's
We come through, steppin' through wherever,
tryna leave some shells
Think you could find somebody better?
Leave and take the stairs
I finally ran up my cheddar,
now my chains in layers
I fucked on her, her, her, and her,
she thought she was my girl (Nah)
These people see who we done murked,
now we against the world (Yeah)
Blue double R, vanilla seats,
I pull up, sippin' syrup
'Bout forty shots let out the car,
we left him by the curb (Brrah)
No, I don't got no rats in my circle
We catch an opp, we dump the
clip, that's for certain
I know my ex-bitch felt was special
'til she seen me buy this
necklace for my next bitch
That black lean bottle like a baby bottle,
flew in straight from Texas
That Vegas model wanna swallow mine,
but I don't do no textin'
I done fucked around and crashed
the 'Rari, tryna come
through in my section
No, I don't really like to go
to parties, 'cause Jump Out
Gang, know we get reckless
And you can catch me geeked up off
narcotics, geeked like Famous Dex
You wastin' time, don't wanna
hear your knowledge, it's no
more lost like God bless you
I'm from the projects, so it's
fuck college, dropped out and
didn't came back next year
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