Quando Rondo - Pain Inside of Me lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Quando Rondo - Pain Inside of Me lyrics]
Pass me that muddy, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (LMC)
(Danny, I see you)
She say she want a real street nigga
Who for sure gon' keep it G
No, you ain't really been hurt 'less
You felt what's inside of me
Post by the store in my
Black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud
Might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took
It could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout Scooter on this
Hook, this off the head, i ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the
Book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full
Cap, jugg, finesse, finesse, finеsse
Finesse, finеsse, finessed by a finesser
Nobody safe, they ever play
They gon' get put up on that stretcher
We catch an opp, we up the score
That glizzy sound like a Beretta
That ain't no cap, my life a movie, bitch
And I ain't got no director
Post in the trap, got Glocks, got Uzis
Got anything that's bound to wet ‘em
I always tote that 30-30, bitch
You know I fuck with FNs
Finesse, finesse, count, cap
And jugg, bitch
I learned that from Young Jefe
Look, lil' one, he the biggest
Flexer, Quando, hold on, what you tell 'em?
She say she want a real street nigga
Who for sure gon' keep it G
No, you ain't really been hurt 'less
You felt what's inside of me
Post by the store in my
Black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud
Might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took
It could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout Scooter on this
Hook, this off the head, i ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the
Book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full
Cap, jugg, finesse, finesse
Woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (LMC)
(Danny, I see you)
She say she want a real street nigga
Who for sure gon' keep it G
No, you ain't really been hurt 'less
You felt what's inside of me
Post by the store in my
Black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud
Might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took
It could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout Scooter on this
Hook, this off the head, i ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the
Book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full
Cap, jugg, finesse, finesse, finеsse
Finesse, finеsse, finessed by a finesser
Nobody safe, they ever play
They gon' get put up on that stretcher
We catch an opp, we up the score
That glizzy sound like a Beretta
That ain't no cap, my life a movie, bitch
And I ain't got no director
Post in the trap, got Glocks, got Uzis
Got anything that's bound to wet ‘em
I always tote that 30-30, bitch
You know I fuck with FNs
Finesse, finesse, count, cap
And jugg, bitch
I learned that from Young Jefe
Look, lil' one, he the biggest
Flexer, Quando, hold on, what you tell 'em?
She say she want a real street nigga
Who for sure gon' keep it G
No, you ain't really been hurt 'less
You felt what's inside of me
Post by the store in my
Black Forces, cargo pants, and all-white tee
The fact I got it out the mud
Might be the reason I sip lean
Think 'bout the chances that I took
It could've sent me to the pen
I thought 'bout Scooter on this
Hook, this off the head, i ain't need no pen
I taught the topic of the
Book, stay out the way, run up some bands
Reason my pockets super full
Cap, jugg, finesse, finesse
Woah