- Quando Rondo Real Love 歌詞
- Quando Rondo
- Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Damn (But I put in harder)
I changed, my *****
Some things just dont come
Seem like every time you put your hand out
They get somebody, some ***** bite your ****
No, I ain never gonna keep it real with them *****s, you heard me?
This ****, thats how **** go
Some things -just like this
Check this out, yeah
My ***** took the charge for me, for that
-- felon some steppers, bust that belly --
Dropped out my dome, I put -- inside the --
The roof is thrilling like I changed since I got this deal
That really hurt me to my heart, Sosa died on this block
I got turned only --, he paid him when he got a Glock
I was out searching for real love just like Mary J. Blige
I told a filthy ass Crip, 'I love you in my heart'
Real love, yeah
Im searching for real love
But I guess that Im blind and Ive been searching for so long
But I just cant seem to find it
I lost a popper to that heat, I want mama to count it
They sent lil -- up that creek, too much ****, I cant handle
He got a ***** on Facebook, what think you -- the camera?
Took off his back and let is bust til this aint got no ammo
Shout-out to --, like, he taught me how to put the paper first
It hurt to face the fact my lil cousin the --
And Im the one showed you the ****, thats why I wanna slap ya
All the --, Im sluggin , let you hit, that **** dont hold no value
Real love, yeah
Im searching for real love
They put my dawg in the pavement and you aint had to take a stand
Well, you still made a statement
Real love, yeah
Im searching for real love
Its too late for all that barter love, I gotta show you -- from the God of love
Young black mind, it chose the one, he took his family out of poverty
What you do when youve been crossed so many times without apology?
My naturalist --, but I dont think Im able to --
The way Ive been a wheelchair, you would think I had it to say --
While I was lost seekin for love, I lost myself, it aint about it
I was writing raps just out my cell
I was screamin, '--,' this not to the place to be
Whos going, thinks its -- ? Strapped up my girl like --
Please dont play with us, we play with keys
All of my *****s aint gotta be in the streets
Shotta droppin a bag, I bet Ill get him deceased
A rare watched him put on his mask, I want them *****s six feet deep
Shotta whos on the floor, but still sang to the streets
Choppas, we let em bust em every time that its beef
Tell me what you got or what, you cant take the better out of me
Theres some cold-blooded killers who gon -- in these streets
We steppin on them * ****s every time that its beef
**** ***** is goin to sleep
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