Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First 48, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 25.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
First 48 |
| Braat |
| Aye, Quando Rondo nigga |
| Dubba-AA Flex |
| Eh, eh, I say I’ma keep it real on this one nigga |
| No they don’t love me like how they say the love me (Naw) |
| No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me (Naw) |
| No they don’t love me like how they say the love me (Naw) |
| No they don’t love me like how the claim the love me (Naw) |
| Tear drops rollin' down my right eye |
| I bang my flag to my left |
| Fuck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step |
| Metro police askin' questions |
| Thinking we gon' confess |
| I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret |
| I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon |
| Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on |
| Flowers get put on head stones |
| Quahfee my nigga dead and gone |
| Powder inside my nigga nose |
| Jayden think that I’m dead wrong |
| Befo' the cameras and the fame I use to kick doors |
| You claimin' you got 2 to catch up wit' us you need six more |
| Hangin' out the window with that choppa screamin' six souls |
| Six niggas in the rental down to slide, we clutchin' six poles |
| Before the cameras and the fame everynight I slept on buddha house |
| Steady prayin' my dreams come true so I could get the fuck out buddha house |
| I know my gun I can not move without |
| 'Cause any minute we can shoot it out |
| Daddy wasn’t in my life |
| My momma smokin' dope by Rufus House |
| Wrote my first rap locked in that juvenile |
| All I needed was a chance |
| Nobody showed no love to me when all I needed was a hand |
| They took my nigga Quahfee from me |
| And all I needed was my mans |
| Down on my dick, started hittin' licks |
| 'Cause all I needed was some bands |
| They claimin' loyalty is priceless |
| I feel I’m payin' for love |
| This for my niggas up in heaven |
| I shoot a flame up above |
| This for my niggas in them jail cells |
| I’ma bang for my thugs |
| This for them pussy muthafuckers steady showin' fake love |
| I’m in the valley of death, conversatin' wit' the under gods |
| Screamin' out Never Broke Again while clutchin' my rod |
| I know them pussy niggas hatin' 'cause I bet all the odds |
| I had to separate the real from fake, the pros and the cons |
| This for them streets (Yeah them real niggas) |
| This for them G’s (And them Crips niggas) |
| This for them Jects (Them HVill niggas) |
| And for the check (They gon' deal witcha) |
| That’s a bet (We empty clips nigga) |
| I swear to god that this the life a nigga live nigga |
| Ay, Shots fired off from the Beretta |
| I got a house in Marietta |
| See I ain’t 'bout to do no talkin' |
| See I don’t wanna hear no lecture |
| I’m yellin' out we 'bout whatever |
| You may as well take your last breath |
| Shots fired off, he on the stretcher (Raa) |
| Ay, check this out tho' |
| I made this song specifically for a fuck ass nigga, my nigga |
| I just want that pussy ass nigga to know this NH business my nigga |
| And guess what tho' I’ma buy your son a present too bitch ass nigga |
| Tear drops rollin' down my right eye |
| I bang my flag to my left |
| Fuck the fame behind my name I know lil' Pappy gon' step |
| Metro police askin' questions |
| Thinking we gon' confess |
| I did some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret |
| I’m on they neck aimin' for head so ain’t no sense to wear a Teflon |
| Brand new Gucci slides from Saks Fifth, you could get stepped on |
| Flowers get put on head stones |
| Quahfee my nigga dead and gone |
| Powder inside my nigga nose |
| Jayden think that I’m dead wrong |
| How the fuck you gon' beef and you broke nigga? |
| This is the sound |
| Answer that |
| Shouldn’t have spared that pussy ass nigga mama in the store that day |