Quando Rondo - Felon lyrics

Tyquian Terrel Bowman

[Quando Rondo - Felon lyrics]

Ayy, 501 Levis, Dopeboy Reeboks
Only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my
Name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used a trash bag as an umbrella
'case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother
'cause they ain't playing fair
(WhoisMike goin' crazy) ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke, we
Gon' up it and blow
Yellow tape their street corner
I had kick in the door just
To run up a check
Tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
Climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he down
To walk down for the love of the dollar

And I say only if you pretend to love
Me for my money, fancy cars, clothes
And diamond rings
And I say "Only if she knew"
You fuckin' talk about all kinda things
She prolly walk in the prada
That my designer bae
Play with my heart, I open fire
Let the fire rain one thing for sure
Dalmo my rider back from diaper days
Sometimes I wish that I could take
Back like them Nike J's
Glock 22 right by my belt
That's made by Dapper Dan
I was in the cell when
They called, said "Get up, right away"
It was urgent mail from my girl
Like bae call me right away
When I called her phone and she picked
I ain't expect her to say

Ayy, 501 Levis, Dopeboy Reeboks
Only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my
Name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used a trash bag as an umbrella
'case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother
'cause they ain't playing fair
(WhoisMike goin' crazy) ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke, we
Gon' up it and blow
Yellow tape their street corner
I had kick in the door just
To run up a check
Tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
Climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he down
To walk down for the love of the dollar
Ayy, 501 Levis, Dopeboy Reeboks
Only thing I had to wear
I ain't have a dollar to my
Name, when I called you, you wasn't there
We used a trash bag as an umbrella
'case it rained on them project steps
Whole fifty racks, gave to my mother
'cause they ain't playing fair
(WhoisMike goin' crazy) ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I heard somebody want smoke, we
Gon' up it and blow
Yellow tape their street corner
I had kick in the door just
To run up a check
Tryna take care my grandma
I had some mud on my beak 'cause I
Climbed out the mud like I'm tryna conquer
He left some blood on his feet 'cause he down
To walk down for the love of the dollar

Love of the dollar
He left some blood on his feet
All for the love of the dollar
He gon' run up for the love of the dollar
He gon' run up for the love of the dollar
He gon' run up for the love of the dollar
He gon' run up for the love of the dollar

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