- Emotional Way Of Thinking 歌詞 Quando Rondo
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- Quando Rondo
- (Kid Freddo)
Grrrah
Ha, thats my grandma
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh-oh
Gunpowder soaked in my veins from that day we kicked that door
I left his brain in the streets, but only God and my brothers know
Cause I apologized to Jai for puttin **** in these other hoes
They layin law down by my name for 10,000 dollars and a line of coke
I say my prayers up to Allah, but it seem like s**t wont change
Livin life like it aint no tomorrow, Im married to the game
Pablo still hoping that Cardo bullets aint got no names
Ima fill up his trucks with hollows, since he think its a game
Got so much hatred in my heart, I cant respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I cant express myself
Before I let that boy play, Im gon select myself
Got so much hatred in my heart, I cant respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I cant express myself
Before I let that boy play, Im gon select myself
Deeply in love with a *****, I feel like only with me for the fame
I lost my cousin to this s**t, plus they got Leeky locked up in them chains
Metro police pulled me over, tryna see what color flag I bang
Last time I checked, we tote them TECs, I let that blicky bang (Bop, bop)
Its up with me, thats all the time
Lord, I got murder on my mind
He cross that line, I bust that iron
My feelings lost, its hard to find
They call my phone, I press decline
Fast forward my life, then press rewind
Look at the clock, it never change
I might just go before my time
She sniffin coke, while her brother cookin **** in the kitchen
Send a couple of shots at that two-door coupe that aint got no ceilin
He tyna make him a killin cause all they know is killin
I left my heart in the trenches, I really needed healin
They know Im bound to get that check for sure
Im ballin, you can check the score
Im not sayin I know it all, but I just came here to let you know
The Devil wear Prada, so I refuse to have respect for hoes
Three, five, roll my cigar up, tell the opps that we want all the smoke
Its up with me, thats all the time
**** *, I got murder on my mind
He cross that line, I bust that iron
They call my phone, I press decline
Look at the clock, it never change
They draw the chalk, when its a crime
I might just go before my time
Got so much hatred in my heart, I cant respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I cant express myself
Before I let that boy play, Im gon select myself
Got so much hatred in my heart, I cant respect myself
I kept it real from the start to neglect myself
I cant express myself
Before I let that boy play, Im gon select myself
Mmm, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Na-na-na-na-na
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