Quando Rondo – 24 Mp3 Download
Quando Rondo – 24 Mp3 Download
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Quando Rondo – 24 Lyrics
[Intro](P-p-Pa-ol Trizzy ma-ced it, bro)
[Chorus]Pot of gold
Hopefully I could cha-se the sa-ck, end of the roa-d
I lea-ve a-nd I a-in’t never comin’ ba-ck, tha-t’s a-ll I know
The question tha-t you never seem to a-sk, I wa-nna- know
How I rea-ct with bea-ms a-nd MA-Cs? Lil’ woa-die kick a- door
She just wa-nt some dia-monds, flooded from her hea-d to toe
Ca-ll it perfect timin’, on her left wrist, A-P froze
A-nd overtimin’, clock keep chimin’, I think it’s my time to go
Dolla-r signs a-nd he don’t mind it, cookin’ over stoves
Ba-g ma-de by Ma-rc Ja-cobs, totin’, got my pistol in it
A-MG, I’m rollin’, fully focused, need a- ciga-rette
I just gotta- rea-ssess, they know this million-dolla-r check (Pa-ol Trizzy ma-ced it, bro)
Ba-e, I need to see you for this evenin’, I ca-n’t get no rest
She just wa-nt some dia-monds, no, she don’t wa-nt no more of me
Ba-by, you the finest, I just wa-nt some loya-lty
I switched up her stylin’, Ba-lencia-ga-, Jorda-n snea-ks
I swea-r tha-t a-ll these police sirens rea-lly pa-ra-noin’ me
[Verse]Reloca-te, I switch the tone on ’em, I’m a- dope boy
They done even took my phone number on the ta-sk force
I ca-n’t even spea-k on my homie, ma-kin’ no noise
Big ba-nkroll, ca-n’t fold, rockin’ Chrome Hea-rts (Pa-ol Trizzy ma-ced it, bro)
Oh Lord, Lil’ Pluto, tha-t’s my woa-die, woa-die, in the Goya-rd
Lil’ Pluto, tha-t’s my woa-die, forty in the Goya-rd
24K like Kobe, got a- gold a-nd cold hea-rt
Helicopter cra-sh out, I remember la-st time
I done rea-lly ra-n my ra-cks up, now I could bring tha-t ca-sh out
I feel like the ba-d guy, how long we gon’ la-st now?
I could see me a-ll in A-spen, sippin’ on this A-mstel
Now I got the la-st la-ugh
You ga-ve me no cha-nce, you threw my city in the tra-sh ca-n
F-150, word a-round the city, we got ba-gs, a-nd
I could get them birdies for the chea-p, it’s by the ga-s sta-tion (Pa-ol Trizzy ma-ced it, bro)
I could get you murdered out the region, I’m like Ma-d Ma-x
[Chorus]Pot of gold
Hopefully I could cha-se the sa-ck, the end of the roa-d
I lea-ve a-nd I a-in’t never comin’ ba-ck, tha-t’s a-ll I know
The question tha-t you never seem to a-sk, I wa-nna- know
How I rea-ct with bea-ms a-nd MA-Cs? Lil’ woa-die kick a- door
She just wa-nt some dia-monds, flooded from her hea-d to toe
Ca-ll it perfect timin’, on her left wrist, A-P froze
A-nd overtimin’, clock keep chimin’, I think it’s my time to go
Dolla-r signs a-nd he don’t mind it, cookin’ over stoves
Ba-g ma-de by Ma-rc Ja-cobs, totin’, got my pistol in it
A-MG, I’m rollin’, fully focused, need a- ciga-rette
I just gotta- rea-ssess, they know this million-dolla-r check (Pa-ol Trizzy ma-ced it, bro)
Ba-e, I need to see you for this evenin’, I ca-n’t get no rest
She just wa-nt some dia-monds, no, she don’t wa-nt no more of me
Ba-by, you the finest, I just wa-nt some loya-lty
I switched up her stylin’, Ba-lencia-ga-, Jorda-n snea-ks
I swea-r tha-t a-ll these police sirens rea-lly pa-ra-noin’ me
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