Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life of Crime, artist - Quando Rondo.
Date of issue: 31.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life of Crime |
The soul soldier, ha |
Nigga, ain’t no cap in that |
Loud up them clips, ha |
Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault |
Don’t bring your ass outside if you ain’t 'bout it, we gon' draw that white |
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Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don’t really like y’all |
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off |
I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time |
Shoot at your mama, kill your par’ts every time they come 'cross the line |
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime |
I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime |
They think 'bout playing with Big Perc they going in the dirt |
I’m in they section on a bike, they come to my side, I swear I’m shooting first |
This Smith &Wesson let off lights, on my life you going on a shirt |
You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt |
I like to fuck on her pussy every time I’m on Percs |
I told her bend that ass over, go on and make that thing squirt |
Two double cups, I’m sipping Tech, I sipped the soda then burped |
Send my lil' nigga to the west, I make him take all they work |
He rode his bike through over, thought I tried to blow the bike off |
My niggas itching like some pests, swear they can’t wait to bite y’all |
I got no love for a bitch, no, I won’t never wife y’all |
So many times I walked that line, locked behind a white wall |
I got a drop on all them niggas, we gon' burn up they trap |
We on the 3rd with hella pistols, y’all drive by then get clapped |
Don’t make us pull up on y’all block then take a pic on the ave |
I put this shit in VVSs, rolling like I’m handicapped |
Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault |
Don’t bring your ass outside if you ain’t 'bout it, we gon' draw that white |
chalk |
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don’t really like y’all |
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off |
I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time |
Shoot at your mama, kill your par’ts every time they come 'cross the line |
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime |
I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime |
I told them they can’t hang with me 'less they get tats in they face |
Lil Icy beat a body now they got my nigga back in the cage |
I catch you slipping by the store, they put that MAC in your face |
We beat that nigga at the show, we kept our Glocks on our waists |
The way I came up from the bottom, know I got 'em amazed |
You niggas stuck inside the city, they can’t get up out the maze |
I’m really God to my niggas, they come to me and pray |
I went so hard for some niggas that’s not with me today |
I flew a bitch out from the port and made her eat my cock off |
Don’t make us quit that, come and kick your door, don’t make me get you knocked |
off |
The police took Lil Pluto Glock, he bounced back with a sawed-off |
Now every state a nigga go, I fuck them bitches raw dog |
See, one thing about it when you ain’t got no money or shit like that, |
your brains end up on the curb |
I’m running with some real hitters, real Crip niggas, real killers, |
and every day, we posted on the 3rd |
Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that’s my fault |
Don’t bring your ass outside if you ain’t 'bout it, we gon' draw that white |
chalk |
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don’t really like y’all |
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off |
I’m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time |
Shoot at your mama, kill your par’ts every time they come 'cross the line |
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime |
I’m scared to put some pennies in the streets 'cause they might drop a dime |