Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Felon, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 24.08.2020
Song language: English
Felon |
| Ayy, 5−0 won’t leave out the way, |
| I ain’t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn’t there |
| We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps |
| Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain’t playing fair |
| (WhoisMike goin' crazy) |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street |
| corner |
| I had kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma |
| I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I’m tryna conquer |
| He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dying, walked down for the love of the |
| dollar |
| If you pretend to love me for my money, fancy cars, clothes, and diamond rings |
| And I say only a shame, no, you fuckin' talk 'bout all kinda things |
| She prolly walk in the puddle, that my designer bag |
| Play with my heart, I open fire, let the fire rain |
| One thing for sure, down for my rider back from diaper days |
| Some days I wish that I could take back like them Nike J’s |
| Glock 22 right by my belt that was made by Dapper Dan |
| I was in the cell when they called, said «Get up, right away» |
| It was urgent mail from my girl, bae called me right away |
| When I called her phone and she picked I ain’t expect her to say |
| Two days ago, somebody took lil' life away |
| Ayy, 5−0 won’t leave at the way, |
| I ain’t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn’t there |
| We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps |
| Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain’t playing fair |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street |
| corner |
| I had kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma |
| I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I’m tryna conquer |
| He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dying, walked down for the love of the |
| dollar |
| Ayy, 5−0 won’t leave at the way, |
| I ain’t have a dollar to my name, when I called you, you wasn’t there |
| We used the trash bag as an armor, case it rained on them project steps |
| Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother, 'cause they ain’t playing fair |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I heard somebody want smoke, we gon' up and blow yellow tape on this street |
| corner |
| I had kick in the door just to run up a check, tryna take care my grandma |
| I had some mud on my beak 'cause I climbed out the mud like I’m tryna conquer |
| He left some blood on his feet 'cause he dying, walked down for the love of the |
| dollar |
| Love of the dollar |
| He left some blood on his feet |
| All for the love of the dollar |
| He gon' run up for the love of the dollar |
| He gon' run up for the love of the dollar |
| He gon' run up for the love of the dollar |
| He gon' run up for the love of the dollar |