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my lingo - quando rondo lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah (ooh, ooh, ooh)
yeah, yeah, yeah (qrn, yeah)
(dougie on that beat)

[chorus]
bankroll after bankroll, i been grindin’ hard, i can’t fold
h*llcat, i’ma paint it orange, this a supercharger, call it mango
plug talk my lingo ’cause we get ’em in, then we get ’em gone
plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
tell ’em pour a cup of mud with us
i’ma go out like a thug n*gga
i ain’t nothin’ like them f*ck n*ggas
’cause i grew up with the drug dealers (yeah)
knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (yeah)
i just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (qrn)

[verse 1]
lamb’ truck, call it lambchop, go real fast like, “vroom, skrrt”
nine out of ten by the d*mn mall, that’s his dog my man murdered
gucci, fendi, my d*mn circle
know that we got plenty, i ain’t worried
sixteen hundred my d*mn jersey
we come through shootin’ like steph curry
i need a rich b*tch in my lifestyle so we could cop a house in vegas
on some real sh*t, i need it right now, my trap houses ain’t vacant
i’m talkin’ lights out with the ice out, get some rollerblades and we skatin’
tell them p*ssy n*ggas better pipe down ’cause they murdered one of my n*ggas
tell them p*ssy n*ggas better pipe down, never heard of none of y’all n*ggas
and the wrist lookin’ like right now, pull your your skirt off for these benjis
i’ma skrrt off in that bentley
uh, i just wanna f*ck her with my shirt off on that remy
uh, i just wanna f*ck her with my shirt off on that remy
[chorus]
bankroll after bankroll, i been grindin’ hard, i can’t fold
h*llcat, i’ma paint it orange, this a supercharger, call it mango
plug talk my lingo ’cause we get ’em in, then we get ’em gone
plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
tell ’em pour a cup of mud with us
i’ma go out like a thug n*gga
i ain’t nothin’ like them f*ck n*ggas
’cause i grew up with the drug dealers (yeah)
knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (yeah)
i just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (qrn)

[verse 2]
i don’t trust a b*tch for nothin’, baby, what you see in me?
i don’t trust a b*tch for nothin’, why your phone on dnd?
i want her in fendi sneaks, f*ck her all in a bnb
i’m the boss like tnt, audemars cost a fifty*piece
soon as you walk out, baby, i’m in it
who i f*ck with none of your business
grind real hard, tryna run up these benjis
i don’t give a f*ck, h*ll yeah, i’m trickin’
i don’t give a f*ck if they say i’m trippin’
i wanna feel like i’m playin’ a scrimmage
b*tch, you play, so i’m keepin’ my distance
smokin’ on green, got me rollin’ up spinach
she a real bad b*tch, gotta keep it one million
talkin’ back in eighth grade, now i got one million
my lil’ dog in the back, he be grippin’ extensions
i’m in my bag, no, not in my feelings
in this new h*llcat, every corner, i’m bendin’
these n*ggas be mad ’cause they know that i’m winnin’
i kept it real from the very beginning
so i’ll keep it true to the motherf*ckin’ ending
[chorus]
bankroll after bankroll, i been grindin’ hard, i can’t fold
h*llcat, i’ma paint it orange, this a supercharger, call it mango
plug talk my lingo ’cause we get ’em in, then we get ’em gone
plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
tell ’em pour a cup of mud with us
i’ma go out like a thug n*gga
i ain’t nothin’ like them f*ck n*ggas
’cause i grew up with the drug dealers (yeah)
knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (yeah)
i just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (qrn)

- quando rondo lyrics

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