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Quando Rondo - Speeding [Official Music Video]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Davood Nadimi Boushehri
Davood Nadimi Boushehri
Songwriter
James Therrien
James Therrien
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
Aldaz
Aldaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Yunuen Aldaz Leander
Daniel Yunuen Aldaz Leander
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
JT Beatz
JT Beatz
Producer
LVL 35 Dav
LVL 35 Dav
Producer

Letras

There go Quando at the door, yeah And I swear, and I swear By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah) That's that third eye I just wanna buy, things I never bought (things I never bought) That new car garage (and a rover, yeah) Aw shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' Catch me wearin' 'round wit' my blick, they wanna six feet me (oh) On her, I cash out wit' them racks out on some D and G kicks Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' Trap house whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin' Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah) Wrong or right, you know I'm wild, and I won't let me seasick I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah) He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich Uh, uh, I, all of my cars, they the fastest From the bottom, I make this shit happen Got some niggas that's still in the trenches, a lot in the prison who steady be trappin' And I'm screamin', "Fuck reminiscin'", these niggas be dissin', we hoppin' in traffic (skrrt) Every day, on a mission to run up a million, we wrappin' the bricks up in plastic I keep a rod in the Bentley 'cause I know they envy and really want static I made a decision to get up and get it, I know that I cannot go backwards (uh, uh, uh) One call, then I'm makin' you vanish My dog, yeah, that's really my best friend Lunch on, I walked in with the baddest Foreign car, out the window, the ratchet (ok, I gotcha) Tomorrow not promised, live it up, can't leave this way Just bein' honest, never thought that things'll be this way (oh) Ridin' 'round with a hundred, catch an opp, he gon' bleed this K Two double cup and when he pull up, you gon' see his face (oh, yeah) Oh, shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' Catch me ridin' 'round with my blick, they wanna six feet me On her, I cash out with them racks out on some D and G kicks Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' Trap house, whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin' Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah) Wrong or right, you know I'm ridin', that's what left me seasick I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah) He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich No, I'm not happy, I was born back in March madness Shorty bad, yeah, she the fattest Matter fact, she look fantastic New double R, can't wrap the plastic I think I might go matte black it That's just to show that I ain't average One thing for sure, I'm still blue flaggin' He keep a pole, but he ain't savage Turned around and look what happened Stick to the code, that's automatic We kickin' doors like, "Where the racks at?" Two double-O, the dashboard jaggin' You must ain't never checked my jacket Straight up and blow, another casket Jumped off the porch and got a ladder Too much of codeine in my bladder Two-four like Kobe, that's a tracker New iced out Rollie, that don't matter We kick it lowkey, not together My uncle told me, "Chess, no checkers" Look at my trophy on the dresser That's my lil' woadie, know he next up Y'all niggas owe me, pick a stretcher Oh, shit, there go Rondo and he steady leanin' Catch me ridin' 'round with my blick, they wanna six feet me On her, I cash out with them racks out on some D and G kicks Three hundred Blackout in the Trackhawk, I be steady speedin' Trap house, whippin' remix, dirty sprite, I need it Day and night, no, I don't care about this life I'm livin' Diamonds bright, his diamonds shinin', say that he anemic (yeah) Wrong or right, you know I'm ridin', that's what left me seasick I could never leave my brother, that's just on some G shit Ain't been the same since big bro Pablo left us all on defense Yeah, she my main, but I don't trust her and I really mean that (yeah) He in the rain with no umbrella, he just wanna be rich
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Davood Boushehri, Daniel Aldaz Leander, James Therrien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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