| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You will stop playing?
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| Ooh, Quando Rondo, nigga, yeah yeah
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| I don’t know what I need
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| So when I tell you I love you
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| Girl, I really don’t mean it
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| Yeah, I really do mean it
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| Yeah
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| You really touched me to my heart
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| Permanent scars the day I found that you cheated
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| I kept it real with you, girl
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| I guess you was tryna get even
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| I felt like Adam, you my Eve, we’re in the Garden of Eden
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| How the fuck you claim you love someone
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| When you don’t know the real meaning
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| You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us
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| I guess that ring and that new teddy bear, little shorty don’t mean nun
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| Don’t understand where we stand, I might need a chair
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| The way that I been feeling lately, you ain’t never care
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| I call your phone and you don’t pick up, baby girl, you got me nervous
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| Is it the cameras or the fame, the tory burch or all them purses
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| I know your worth and girl you worthless
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| Anything you wanted, I purchased
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| Baby, I know you ain’t perfect, what I do to deserve this
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| I know I lie, I don’t spend time
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| I know I cheated before
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| You ask me why, do not reply, I never needed no hoe
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| Look at the sky, I’m bout to dive, I’m bout to jump off the boat
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| I hope I drown, I hope I die, my heart gon' float coast to coast
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| I’m with some youngings from the trenches who gone serve by the store
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| I won’t admit it, I’m addicted, sipping lean, pouring fours
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| Spin on they block, it ain’t no missing, leave some shells on the floor
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| I wrote her name inside that prison in the cell on the door
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| My nigga telling me I’m tripping 'cause I fell for that hoe
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| She sent me pictures on cargriven, threw her mail on the floor
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| I put some VVs in my teeth, they cost a band of some coke
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| I’m 'a send some VVs to your house and yea we want all the smoke
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| You really touched me to my heart
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| Permanent scars the day I found that you cheated
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| I kept it real with you girl
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| I guess you was tryna get even
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| I felt like Adam, you my Eve, we’re in the Garden of Eden
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| How the fuck you claim you love someone and you don’t know the real meaning
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| You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us
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| I guess that ring and that new teddy bear, little shorty don’t mean nun
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| Don’t understand where we stand, I might need a chair
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| The way that I been feeling lately, you ain’t never care
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| I made an oath to all my niggas, I ain’t never gone change on 'em
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| I threw the ones to all the strippers, I want Ben Franks on 'em
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| I told 'em keep they handshakes 'cause they love faking, it’s phony
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| I remember way before the cameras and the fame they ain’t want me
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| Two-car garage in the streets
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| Girl, I go hard in these streets
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| I left my heart in these streets
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| Girl, I’m the hardest in these streets
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| We shoot at cars in the streets
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| We slang that rod in the streets
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| Too many broads in the seat
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| Play your cards fucking with me
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| She want Chanel on her feet,
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| Hair and nails they’re on fleek
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| She keep them M’s by the week,
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| Cartier lens so she can see
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| She keeps my pints, I sip that lean
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| I tote that Glock with that big red beam
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| I’m in love with that block, Blocboy JB
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| Nigga run up, get shot, we don’t aim for feet
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| Sell them rocks just to eat with them big OGs
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| Yeah my pain runnin' deep like the deep blue sea
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| Why they hating on this G, they don’t even know me
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| Double cup favourite syrup, baby lean on me
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| When I post in the hood got a Glock on the seat
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| So I wish a nigga would got a Glock in my reach
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| Backwood full of kush no swisher sweet
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| Steady you lying through yo teeth I know you cheat
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| My heart so cold 'til the day we meet
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| Every time that I’m able you know I preach
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| I ain’t ever watch cable I was out in these streets
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| Sitting it the cell writing songs 23
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| Phone call from the label my song got leaked
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| Whatever you sow best believe you gon' reap
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| Every time it’s smoke you know we creep
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| Up with the pole every time it’s beef (yeah)
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| I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to hustle
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| Everyday I stayed on the mission an make it out the struggle
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| I’m kicking shit in new Givenchy, dripping all these puddles
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| I’m with my team, we got a plan no we ain’t gotta huddle
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| You know I fought the way we came if you had been where we was
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| I’m in the court room, locked in chains I’m getting judged by a judge
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| So I really don’t mean it, yeah I really don’t mean it
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| Quando Rondo nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scarred From Love, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп