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