Quando Rondo - Nothing Else Matters lyrics

Tyquian Terrel Bowman

[Quando Rondo - Nothing Else Matters lyrics]

Pooh, you a fool for this one winners Circle

House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy
 nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup
 codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was
Easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah
That's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin
Bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no
I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips
And we be smoking dank

Lil Timmy quick to empty clips
Like this the shooting range
Them niggas don't know how it feel
To be walking through rain, ayy
Leeky caught five years, I miss my main man
'Cause I'll spend a whole five mil'
To get him out them chains
Forty thousand on baguetties
'preciate Johnny Dang
I ain't with the he-say she-say
Tell you like a man
Even if I had a hundred mil'
I swear I'd still be the same
Young project baby from Eastville
Still on the corner I claim
I might hit the mall with the fellas
I promise we gon' all ball together
We gon' all ball together
I told 'em off the wall ain't no pressure
We gon' stack it tall and get this cheddar
It gon' be better

House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy
Nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup
Codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was
Easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah
That's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin
Bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no
I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips
And we be smoking dank

I don't do plain jane, VVS's my necklace
Ho, you a damn shame
Suckin' dick in the Tesla
I'm on South Beach with the baddest baddie
I'm smokin' pressure
Peezy fantastic with plastic
Wrap it with no compressor
Can't slip, just purchased the new G Wagen
They need to catch up
I tried to tell 'em what's really happenin'
They hate I'm next up
Deep in these streets, they
Know what crackin', i'm never gon' let up
I'm tryna figure out what happened
Thought this was forever
I did her wrong, I fucked her good
Now she think that I love her
Yeah, shootouts in the neighborhood
I come straight from the gutter
Yeah, taking flights in my G Nikes
I perfected my hustle
Stood on that block from day to night
I worked the triple double

House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy
Nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup
Codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was
Easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah
That's actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin
Bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no
I can't complain
No, you can't be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin' with the Crips
And we be smoking dank

Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, well
Things are gonna get brighter

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