Lyrics 21 - Quando Rondo

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Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that’ll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it’s lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C’s on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I’m mad, mad, so don’t treat me like the average ones
Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun
I didn’t really have a choice, now it’s a blessing, I’m the chosen one
I’m really the voice of all them youngins toting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one
And don’t forget I’m only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a
twenty-one
I was seventeen fucking bitches that was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen, fuck it, let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me floating like an astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the door in, fuck a
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro
inside the parking lot
I only park
You know we love them brand-new black Air Forces
That be his
Stack my blue faces now I’m moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the rosie with that stick, fuck it, spin they block
Ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross
Bentley Jeep, let’s ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo
It be the same one that yell bros that’ll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell doors you’ll tell something
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that’ll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it’s lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C’s on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I’m mad, mad, so don’t treat me like the average ones