| Q-R-N
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| (Cash Money AP)
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| Turn my mic up, aye
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| Turn my mic up, huh
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| Rich Homie Quando Nigga
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| That right two, not that right three
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| The way I’m drippin' all this sauce you would think I’m from Atlanta
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| I tell Larry and that view I’m from the city of Savannah
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| Beatin' like a kickstand, I got Drac all in my Fanta
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| These niggas know I’m hard to kill
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| I’m feelin' like Tony Montana
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| Magic city on the Monday with the bags on the floor
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| Throw that ass in a circle, make your hands touch your toes
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| I might take her to the Memphis just to
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| Invest my record, the money and the pounds of the kilos
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| I can tell that they flaky, I’m peepin' through the peep hole
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| Hustlin' hard on the daily to take care all my people
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| I know he know and she know them bands in my pocket
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| You don’t know the plug
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| You the middle man, not the socket
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| On every track I go insane, I’m takin' of just like a rocket
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| She said she never heard of Quando, had to tell the lil' ho stop it
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| 'Round my neck I got a condo, Quando hit it, turn the topic
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| Hit the mall, fuck the tag, if I want I’ma cop it
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| Let’s go
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| Hardest young nigga but I’m feelin' just like big Homie
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| And I can’t nowhere without, no I gotta keep that stick on me
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| And you think I got the virus 'cause these flows, I go sick on 'em
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| I might break the internet when I drop this tape wit' Rich Homie
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| Aye, I tell you what
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| I wanna hear everybody say this on the count of three
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| Aye, I say that right two not that right three-e-e
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| Still from the to the pole
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| You know I’m strapped up wit' that Glizzy
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| I’m just a youngin from the pole
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| See and I took over my city
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| My nigga Rich say I’m the goat
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| You might as well nickname me lil' Billy
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| I know they hate the way I flow
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| But you got no choice but to feel me
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| Hottest young nigga so I gotta keep that Mac on me
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| I say I’m signed to Birdman 'cause I’m all about that cash
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| Say he gonna take something from Quando
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| Lil' brother must be a
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| All my shooters on bill, see off the lawyer, they gon' blast
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| They like lil' Quando what’s happenin'
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| I’m like whats crackin' lil
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| These other niggas be cappin'
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| I’m like what’s crackin' for real
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| And I don’t wanna sip that drink unless I’m cracking the seal
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| And if a nigga think 'bout then I’m blastin' my steel
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| can’t keep no track on me
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| They know I’m flippin' in a wraith
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| 22 gold, that’s on my teeth
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| See I just went to see the dentist
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| I go retarded on the track you can say that lil' Quando
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| I know they hate the way I flow
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| But you got no choice but to feel me
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| Let’s go
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| Hardest young nigga but I’m feelin' just like big Homie
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| And I can’t nowhere without, no I gotta keep that stick on me
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| And you think I got the virus 'cause these flows, I go sick on 'em
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| I might break the internet when I drop this tape wit' Rich Homie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hook , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life After Fame, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп