Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Groupie Bitches, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Groupie Bitches |
| Oh, oh-oh |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| got the sauce |
| Whoa, oh-oh |
| IllWill made the beat bounce |
| Every day we went through poverty, yeah |
| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee |
| Every day we went through poverty, yeah |
| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah |
| I seen some shit that I can’t talk 'bout, yeah |
| My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah |
| I’ma fuck her good, I’ll make her tap out, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
| That’s a gamble, hope I don’t crap out, yeah |
| I swear we been livin' in poverty, yeah |
| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah |
| Bankroll big like the lottery, yeah |
| Glizzy wit' a dick, no, ain’t no robbin' me |
| All these groupie bitches tryna follow me, yeah |
| How many drugs I’m on, I’m like «One, four, two, three» |
| I’m on the perky, xany, molly, no more ecstasy |
| Five star hotel, I’ll be in the lobby rollin' exotic weed |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level, I’m on a different planet |
| We made a ten turn to a dub from out the kitchen cabinet |
| Watch Rufus pulled up on 'em, pair of them pistols clapping |
| We got the pounds of the herbs, we wrap the bricks in plastic |
| The baddest in the building her but I prefer her racks |
| I spilled syrup all on my Gucci loafers, lean all on my Alexanders |
| Lil' Rondo build that bitch, I keep that on me |
| Shawty on the shit, she on the shit just like a baby pamper |
| All the opps and rats, when they have kids they gon' be baby |
| 'Cause shawty hit my line like, «Rondo, why you never check up on me?» |
| I told that bitch, «You gotta listen from night to the morning» |
| She jus' wanna fly to Calabasas, California |
| Sucked me in the backseat of my wearin' Jordans |
| I seen some shit that I can’t talk 'bout, yeah |
| My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah |
| I’ma fuck her good, I’ll make her tap out, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
| That’s a gamble, hope I don’t crap out, yeah |
| I swear we been livin' in poverty, yeah |
| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah |
| Bankroll big like the lottery, yeah |
| Glizzy wit' a dick, no, ain’t no robbin' me, yeah |
| All these groupie bitches tryna follow me |
| I’m tryna nut all on her face and no apology |
| I rolled the dice, hope I don’t crap out, no monopoly |
| Bitch, take this work to bronem trap house or don’t talk to me |
| Hey I crashed the vac geeked off the xany with a 'Rari key |
| I been wantin' this shit so long, I play like my dream callin' me |
| They play wit' you, you bust they fuckin' dome, don’t ever talk to me |
| Would’ve said don’t call my phone them choppa niggas sound like Pleasure P |
| I be on promethazine, I be off some extra T |
| Pure codeine and Fanta Peach |
| I be on the Actavis the 'tussin and the wok |
| Call my youngin' on the block and know we bussin' if it pop out |
| We be on the block out |
| We be in them low-lows wit' them locals duckin' cop cars |
| I be doin' all the fuckin' drugs like a rockstar |
| I’m just tryna go all the way up like a popstar |
| I been goin' hard on the drugs like rockstar |
| I done seen them put 'em on a rug and by |
| I seen some shit that I can’t talk 'bout, yeah |
| My lil' niggas, they in the trap house, yeah |
| I’ma fuck her good, I’ll make her tap out, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
| That’s a gamble, hope I don’t crap out, yeah |
| I swear we been livin' in poverty, yeah |
| I remember we ain’t have a pot to pee in, yeah |
| Bankroll big like the lottery, yeah |
| Glizzy wit' a dick, no, ain’t no robbin' me, yeah |
| All these groupie bitches tryna follow me |
| The label just sent me a text |
| I’m wearin' all blues, I don’t do no check up like democracy |
| Them shooters shoot when they come back they want a shotta free |
| I be on the stage with my dogs like a rockstar be |
| I been goin' hard on the drugs like a rockstar be |
| No matter what I do, I never give a bitch apologies, yeah |
| I had all the guala in my Robin Jeans |