| Ayy
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| QRN
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| Rich Homie Quando nigga
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| That right two, no that right three
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| I’ma fuck 'em up with this one
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| I’m kickin' shit in Givenchy, these ain’t no Foamposites
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| I know these niggas they envy but they ain’t nobody
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| My whole team fly like a private jet, ain’t no copilot
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| Say he don’t know 'bout lil Quando, go ask your ho 'bout me
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| Feds askin' me 'bout a shootin' but I don’t know 'bout it
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| I bought a house in Atlanta but still be in them projects
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| I poured a deuce in the Fanta, lean out the water faucet
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| I wrap my Glock 'round my bandana, I ain’t with all that talkin'
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| I got some charges that’s pending, assaults that’s aggravated
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| First nigga blew in my city so they supposed to hate me
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| I done made over a hundred grand, I ain’t graduated
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| I done did time in the can, came home, went back to the basics
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| You can’t hang around me 'cause you capped up
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| You don’t like me and I don’t like you
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| This young nigga with me strapped up
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| If you move wrong he might shoot
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| Rich Homie Quando, that’s right two
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| Drippin' sauce on 'em like Ragu
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| Say you gettin' money, I got a bag too
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| That’s right two, nigga
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| Too official with that pistol, I’m gon' shoot that
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| Have some young niggas on your head just like a durag
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| And I’m so crip, I take a shower with a blue rag
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| And I can’t walk up out my house without my blue flag
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| He ain’t really who he claim to be, lame to me
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| Nigga really a game to me like Atari
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| This young nigga who came with me, he geeked up off that molly
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| I’m in Magic City with the racks out
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| If I threw a party it’s packed out
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| Hit her from the back, pull her tracks out
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| Young rich nigga in the crack house
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| I was locked up but I’m back out
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| And I’m on these niggas' neck
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| I should get sponsored by Nike 'cause I’m all about a check
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| They know I’m up next
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| I figure that’s why they hated on me
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| This for all the bitches who traded on me
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| This for my mama, she waited on me
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| That brand new Rollie, I’m waitin' on it
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| These diamonds 'round my neck, I swear I put that paper on it
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| This big Glock forty, I can’t wait to put a laser on it
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| I might just go and buy a condo in Decatur homie
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| I’m kickin' shit in Givenchy, these ain’t no Foamposites
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| I know these niggas they envy but they ain’t nobody
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| My whole team fly like a private jet, ain’t no copilot
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| Say he don’t know 'bout lil Quando, go ask your ho 'bout me
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| Feds askin' me 'bout a shootin' but I don’t know 'bout it
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| I bought a house in Atlanta but still be in them projects
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| I poured a deuce in the Fanta, lean out the water faucet
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| I wrap my Glock 'round my bandana, I ain’t with all that talkin'
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| I got some charges that’s pending, assaults that’s aggravated
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| First nigga blew in my city so they supposed to hate me
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| I done made over a hundred grand, I ain’t graduated
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| I done did time in the can, came home, went back to the basics |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kiccin Shit , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life After Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп