Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nita's Grandson , by - Quando Rondo. Release date: 13.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nita's Grandson |
| Go Grizz |
| Winners Circle |
| Oh, I’m only Miss Nita grandson |
| Blue diamond ring, I bought her two 'cause she’s a champion |
| Through the Cali streets I’m oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun |
| Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let’s ride and go see the sun |
| I dream 'bout spinnin' with them, why |
| I send a text, she don’t reply? |
| I wonder if her feelings gone |
| I’m so depressed deep down inside |
| Like, «Why she won’t pick up the phone?» |
| Knock on her door like sayin' she ain’t home |
| Big fifty round tucked by my side, every time I ride, I’m clutchin' chrome |
| I ain’t tryna paint it picture perfect, exactly what do you want? |
| Can’t get no sleep, that be the purpose I keep two styrofoams |
| She post a tweet that just went viral like, what? |
| Leave me alone |
| Same street I lost my great grandfather, same street we fell in love |
| Designer sneaks, can’t even bribe her, she say, «Keep, I don’t want it» |
| I rub her feet when I massage her, all for me, she gon' moan |
| Under the sheets, I kiss her neck, I love to smell her perfume |
| Peter Rock gon' clutch the charger, need to protect from the goons |
| Oh, I’m only Miss Nita grandson |
| Blue diamond ring, I bought her two 'cause she’s a champion |
| Through the Cali streets I’m oh so loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun |
| Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let’s ride and go see the sun |
| I need a Band-Aid for this cut, scarred by your love, the type of wound |
| In so many ways it’s hard to say that I love something I don’t |
| Where my great granny stay, right by the court I caught them plays |
| She need to pull in my way |
| Ain’t hard to notice, shawty, it’s you that I want |
| She made the rules and regulations, posed |
| It’s just somethin' 'bout the place my partner growed up that make my dog |
| 'Round 4 o’clock by four, I spin on this block with that chrome |
| Promise I throw six-o up, dance 'til I’m dead and I’m gone |
| Two extended clips still loaded up we runnin' 'round thuggin' five-o |
| We ain’t bottle flip, we pour it up, got me out of space at the club |
| Red bottom heels, fuck 'em, we bought 'em when we walk through the door |
| Might need the brown white, it’s the only thing you be pressing on |
| Oh, I’m only miss Nita grandson |
| Blue diamond ring, I bought her two 'cause she’s a champion |
| Through the Cali streets I’m also loaded, while focused clutchin' my gun |
| Pop by your house, me and my chauffeur, let’s ride and go see the sun |
| I hit this lick for my lil' daughter and she used to give me ones |
| I pour some codeine in the shower back when water pond and pool |
| Oh big ol' world with codeine oceans that I love to dive into |
| I text her off my Motorola, I’m confessin' what I do |
| I’m sorry that I lied to you |