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Quando Rondo - R.I.P. Phat Phat lyrics

Artist: Quando Rondo

album: Recovery


(Cxb, know he go crazy)
Ayy, you know Cxb, he go crazy
(Xclusive made this)
Different diamonds dancin', new designer fabrics
Why I'm so attracted? Can you be my best friend?
Not like lil' shorty for real
Ain't been the same inside my mind since lil' somebody got killed
Cash out, that Audemars stainless steel
A walkin' lick, what's on my wrist, yeah, all 'bout this, you get killed
I took 'em way back, way before the money and deal
Bendin' blocks in that 4Runner, jumpin' out with my steel (QRN)
Blue double R, uh, I might go and cash out on a brand-new 'Lamb chop
Grippin' my Glock, that TRX, no, this is not a RAM truck
All on my own, uh, I'ma get this guap, I finally ran a check up
Can't even lie, I miss lil' shorty, when you comin' back home?
I fuck with shorty 'cause she trap out like Griselda
Can't even lie, girl, you the one, like, why the fuck we not together?
He could be rich, he could be broke, either way, you gon' be stressful
You'd rather cry inside the coat or cry inside a Gucci sweater?
My lil' nat-nat broke the code, but I still love her through whatever
I know lil' Phat Phat miss his bro, but sometimes, I just wish he shut up
I try to play them niggas close, but 'bout the rock out, they get wet up
Two doubles cups, I pour a four, I'm sippin' Wockhardt, 'bout to pass out
My heart so cold, I told Lil Dee he the smartest, they wanna wrestle
It's that golden soul, my lady look like a model, I swear she next up
Right where we from, they came through sprayin' at Arthur, he had his strap on
So scared to stay out the projects 'cause that shit bad luck
My hitter, my nigga, my killer, nine miller
Threw out the other side, bitch, I told her, come and ride with us
No, I'm not tryna side with her, go tell your man our side realer
It's lookin' like the sky bigger when I look up my niggas
Cash out, that Audemars stainless steel
A walkin' lick, what's on my wrist, yeah, all 'bout this, you get killed
I took 'em way back, way before the money and deal
Bendin' blocks in that 4Runner, jumpin' out with my steel (QRN)
Blue double R, uh, I might go and cash out on a brand-new 'Lamb chop
Grippin' my Glock, that TRX, no, this is not a RAM truck
All on my own, uh, I'ma get this guap, I finally ran a check up
Can't even lie, I miss lil' shorty, when you comin' back home?
Raised by Taneeka, everytime she do your hair, you look way better
I don't give a fuck about them people, you was here way 'fore the cheddar
You know I gotta keep this heater, they wanna see me on a stretcher
We kickin' shit, not talkin' beef, all about you, I'm bringin' pressure
Big Derek Jeter, smokin' pressure
Girl, you a keeper, thoughts of marriage
She wanna be my Lola Bunny, my Rihanna 'cause these carats
Take a flight to Compton, California, come back with Chanel kicks
Pabb lost his life to California, so, we comin' back to nail shit
Balenciaga with that Balmain, baby, go and get your nails did
Like fuck the cops, I spent ten thousand on an outfit, I can't spell it
Fuck the plug, I'm runnin' off, I got the box and couldn't smell shit
Fuck the scale, I feel like turkey, I eyeball it when I sell shit
You must don't wanna go to war, you keep on talkin', that's some 12 shit
Live by the gun, die by the sword, I took that shit right there and ran with it
Bro, you can't be apart of us, you had a gun and then you ran with it
Sound sort of like a charter bus, that thirty clip with that extension
Cash out, that Audemars stainless steel
A walkin' lick, what's on my wrist, yeah, all 'bout this, you get killed
I took 'em way back, way before the money and deal
Bendin' blocks in that 4Runner, jumpin' out with my steel (QRN)
Blue double R, uh, I might go and cash out on a brand-new 'Lamb chop
Grippin' my Glock, that TRX, no, this is not a RAM truck
All on my own, uh, I'ma get this guap, I finally ran a check up
Can't even lie, I miss lil' shorty, when you comin' back home?

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