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FBG Young x Quando Rondo - "War Time" (Music Video) (2022)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Programming
Kasanova Sosa
Kasanova Sosa
Programming
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Songwriter
Sterling Reynolds
Sterling Reynolds
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Kasanova Sosa
Kasanova Sosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Mixing Engineer
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer
Kasanova Sosa
Kasanova Sosa
Producer
Londn Blue
Londn Blue
Producer

Songtexte

Ayy I try my hardest to keep back the pain, it just came my way I gotta get back what I lost (homerun for Sosa) Ayy, yeah You done spent 50 with the plug on the box, ain't that no way to pay the bills You done gambled all your money super low on funds, nothing in the safe for real Nine out of ten homies really not your friend, watch how the fake reveal You gotta watch the ones always money hungry 'Cause them the same lil' ones they'll pay to kill you My phone on DND and airplane I ain't got no time for them people, that mean for everybody No time for all that crying and grieving 'cause I need every dollar I told 'em we speak no English, that's 'bout a dead body Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching Too many n- and b- be Hating so I'd rather stay to myself, ayy I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican I think that it's good for my health, ayy I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches Don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy I really f- over five hundred B- and I think it's all 'cause of my wealth Night he be kicking the doors in the trenches You would think that he got a black belt, ayy I had a show all the way out in Memphis when they told me Kiko got killed, ayy This ain't no time for these h- f- these b-, I gotta go run up the cheddar, ayy I just be sitting back minding my business 'Cause all of these n- gon' change like the weather (ayy, ayy, ayy) They telling me to explain how I'm feeling So that's why I wrote 'em this letter, ayy They came around when I went to the ceiling But when I was down, tell me where you was One thousand like one hundred A million them birds of a feather gon' flock together Project asking why my n- be crippin' You know that we post on the block together Put that boy in the box, dirt him with the shovel Got the city on lock, ain't nobody better, ayy I'm Rollin' 60, so I use a blue flag just to clean off my Beretta Tat my name on your titties, make me feel special Got my foot on they neck, I can't never let up Shawty claim that she love me and don't even know me I'm tryna figure out where I met her My phone on DND and airplane I ain't got no time for them people, that mean for everybody No time for all that crying and grieving 'cause I need every dollar I told 'em we speak no English, that's 'bout a dead body Glock 22 that came with the titties, boy, it got the feds watching I ain't gon' lie It be so much fake love in there, I don't be wanting no parts of it 'Cause then I be wanting to explain Like, how I feel to people, but then Sh-, I just sit back and notice that Too many n- and b- be hating so I'd rather stay to myself, ayy I roll the dope up just like a Jamaican I think that it's good for my health, ayy I got the Glizzy tucked down in my britches Don't run up, these bullets gon' melt, ayy I really f- over five hundred B- and I think it's all 'cause my wealth
Writer(s): Lukas Payne, Tyquian Bowman, Sterling Reynolds, Kevin Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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