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Quando Rondo – 10.27 Lyrics

Quando Rondo - 10.27 Full Lyrics

obyno2man April 26, 2024 06:23:03 AM

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Quando Rondo – 10.27 Lyrics below:

(Double A Flex)
Double-A be on the beat
When Double-A be on the beat, I-
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R-Real killers, probably step on four or five niggas
K-Killed niggas but still gon’ run on time and slime niggas
Pills nigga, yellow, I got Y’s, niggas
B-Big tipper, no, you can’t fuck my ho , she mines, nigga

I have .45 extension on my Ruger Five-Seven
On mine, this ain’t no lie
My niggas steppin’ for ten twenty-seven (Seven)
??? and I’ma try this bitch out like a ???
Talkin’ both rods
And I’ma shoot ’em all just like I’m Bryan???
Jam, just shakin’ a ???, double fuck an opposition
I take ’em way back for no money and no pot to piss in
I’ma send some shots inside that Maybach, hope your partner in it

Three-hundred thousand, we live, this that slimey business

My nigga took a nigga chain and rearranged a name
I hit yo’ baby daddy sister, we are not the same (No cap)
Boy, I’m a savage, you a rookie way before the fame (Brr)
Every time somebody shit get took and they scream jump our gang (Okay, let’s go)
You better watch how you be lookin’, fuck it, bust his brain
I send a shot, it got me lookin’ , let’s go to the bank
Whole hundred thousand on that pussy when I let it bang
Whole hundred thousand ’cause that pussy wet just like the rain

Switch automatic like a fully in a Mustang
I had to post up with that toolie ’til he bus cam
AT&T, we got locations on they whole gang
SEBB, I know they made it droppin’ cocaine
Judge it’s ??? comin’ payin’ for the whole thing
On the computer he was scammin’ for ???
My nigga shooters let the top down, hang out with that flame
No Martin Luther with my Glock out smokin’ on his caine
I really grew up duckin’ cars and jumpin’ over gates
I really flew to Crenshaw block to be there with the neighbors
Blue AMG, I’m countin’ guap while jammin’ Babyface (Skrrt, skrrt)
Stand in the streets, you play with Marcus, shot inside the face

And dangerously you know it’s up, I’m walkin’ with the Drac’
My main bitch come pick me up I had to run the jakes
Ain’t claimin’ shit, if you pull over, end up do the race
My famous bitch know I get loaded off prescription drugs

I have .45 extension on my Ruger Five-Seven
On mine, this ain’t no lie
My niggas steppin’ for ten twenty-seven (Seven)
??? and I’ma try this bitch out like a ???
Talkin’ both rods
And I’ma shoot ’em all just like I’m Bryan???
Jam, just shakin’ a ???, double fuck an opposition
I take ’em way back for no money and no pot to piss in

I’ma send some shots inside that Maybach, hope your partner in it
Three-hundred thousand, we live, this that slimey business

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