Quando Rondo - Poetic Justice lyrics

Tyquian Terrel Bowman

[Quando Rondo - Poetic Justice lyrics]

DJ Swift on the track
He got seventeen in his nina
Mook got the keys jumping

Youngin on the corner with seventeen in
His nina drunken love from a Corona
I shouldn't have showed her I need her
Guess the picture they painted for me
Ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
Inhalin' smoke from out the
MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin'
They think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace'd sell
Out a whole arena?
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis
Got a bitch look like Serena
Don't matter what your mama tell you
Just know I love you, selena
Where I'm from
You gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
My father told me back in '01
It was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane
Even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my
Pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the game to him
I guess he didn't believe it
I swear to God I fuck with shawty
'cause she keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out
Clips for my lil' nigga, i'll beat 'em
Shout out them OGs, keep it real
Pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change
He left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like
I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door
They got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December
Put my hope in this heater

Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali
Just to see what bag's cheaper
My youngin posted in the alley in all black
Jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil' white bitch Alex
I get the coke from her people
Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa
She gon' suck the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams
Not a Bimmer she a keeper
But I'm for damn sure gon' leave her
I'm so sick, double cup
You know I'm lemon tea'd up for a brick
Dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa
Violence, I condone it
I just hope that you don't freeze up
I come from the corner where you
Wanna keep the heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans
You know 'bout sixty G's stuffed
Shout out the plug, blue Black Amigo, yeah
We love the re-up

Youngin on the corner with
Seventeen in his nina
Drunken love from a Corona
I shouldn't have showed her I need her
Guess the picture they painted for me
Ain't nothing like Mona Lisa
Inhalin' smoke from out the
MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer
Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin'
They think they keepers
Whoever thought the menace'd sell
Out a whole arena?
I'm 'bout my racks like tennis
Got a bitch look like Serena
Don't matter what your mama tell you
Just know I love you, selena
Where I'm from
You gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal
My father told me back in '01
It was Dickies and beepers
I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane
Even though it's illegal
I know that they don't feel my
Pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the game to him
I guess he didn't believe it
I swear to God I fuck with shawty
'cause she keep me a secret
Spin on they block, empty out
Clips for my lil' nigga, i'll beat 'em
Shout out them OGs, keep it real
Pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change
He left his team on the bleachers
This Crip shit running in my veins like
I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door
They got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December
Put my hope in this heater

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