Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Doing Wrong, artist - Quando Rondo.
Date of issue: 05.05.2021
Song language: English
Still Doing Wrong |
I’m with the crows in the valley so deep |
Like fuck the road I know they wanna see me |
I can’t complain but to this day I’m not where I wanna be |
I think my heart skipped a beat |
I start my day of bag chasing right by over thought |
They quick to let that K off drag racing in the motorsport |
Holes inside my shoes they used to laugh at me way back then |
All that things I couldn’t afford when I look back, you know I buy them |
Presidential Porsche like I be sliding 'round with Biden |
It be the one your boy that can’t trust 'cause he not solid |
I thought that you was proud of me, I walk out Gucci store styling |
Far as I can see, if you my round, you get my right hand |
I bet my youngin knock 'em off all on my word, ain’t gotta buy it |
I’m Louis V’d down to my socks up to my head I’m living violent |
She in the back like Rosa Parks, can’t even lie, she caught my eyelid |
This shit get confidential, boy, I’m never speaking on what I did |
And in the day, we had no choice, I had to make it home to my kids |
This just a letter to that boy, still to this day don’t know what I did |
We blew his brains down on the floor, like come and open up your ideas |
Don’t know who I can trust no more, I’m full of pain, they don’t know how I feel |
I told my shooter drive the car, she know my worth, I’m worth 'bout nine mil |
I put all my trust inside this Ruger or this nine mill |
I’m reminiscing passing time wishing that I could press rewind |
I got a check up on my mind while I gotta check up on my mind |
Lil' shawty must be got a flawless filter |
She steady running 'round town looking artificial |
Big AR or pistol |
Watch the youngin walking down, his game official |
I start my day of bag chasing right by over thought |
They quick to let that K off drag racing in the motorsport |
Holes inside my shoes they used to laugh at me way back then |
All that things I couldn’t afford when I look back, you know I buy them |
Presidential Porsche like I be sliding 'round with Biden |
It be the one your boy that can’t trust 'cause he not solid |
I thought that you was proud of me, I walk out Gucci store styling |
Far as I can see, if you my round, you get my right hand |
1942 gon' get her loose soon as the night hit |
Fifteen hundred on some shoes, them Jimmy Choo that’s all for my bitch |
Shawty my best I’m getting pussy off of my wrist |
All a youngin know is shoot, we cock it back, let that 45 hit |
I’ma spend my life inside this booth, I treat the mic like |
How you from the jects and don’t know coupe you must be not really from 'round |
here |
Girl drop the neck inside a coupe, lil' shawty really got some fire head |
Got back in 1992, I drip fly shit |
Me not speak no English |
I see Denver, Colorado from a different angle |
Champagne living, popping bottles, oh Lord, I really thank you |
I fucked a model, me don’t really know what her real name is |
All I wanted was a dollar but it came with being famous |
Hit up my line once the rain gone |
Pour up a line and now it seem like all the pain gone |
You left a knife inside my back, it be the main ones |
I start my day off chasing racks, that’s for a fact, me and my day ones |
I start my day of bag chasing right by over thought |
They quick to let that K off drag racing in the motorsport |
Holes inside my shoes they used to laugh at me way back then |
All that things I couldn’t afford when I look back, you know I buy them |
Presidential Porsche like I be sliding 'round with Biden |
It be the one your boy that can’t trust 'cause he not solid |
I thought that you was proud of me, I walk out Gucci store styling |
Far as I can see, if you my round, you get my right hand |