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Rondonumbanine
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Charles Moore
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Charles Moore
Composición
Letra
Closing up shop and locking doors
Turning up lost in some unknown
Silence so mighty you go deaf
Bombs are going off inside your chest
All my **** real and all your **** fake
Yo' bitch she on me, got her wet like the lake
I'm in New York, just cooling, eating steak
They all on my dick like, "Rondo, why you drop the rakes?"
'Cause the Bricks is the jakes
I'm riding with the 8, make one move, six shells to your face
Bitch, I'm first place, pussy boy, you late
I'm eating everything, a whole feast on my plate
A lot of **** hate, a lot of **** snakes
I saw you **** shake when I pulled up in that May'
Spray you with that K, spray you with that K
Because the K leave you erased, have 'em gone outer space
They took my bro L'A, They took my bro J-Money
We on that shit, having us flap like some zombies
All you **** funny, all you **** bummy
Put the nine to your tummy, let it chew you like your gummy
I gotta eat, I'm hungry, I can't sleep, I'm up
Riding in the black truck, ready to fuck shit up
All my **** up, all your **** down
Tell them give me crown, because I don't fuck around
I gotta eat right now, I gotta eat right now
A lot of **** clowns, and I don't make a sound
I just move myself around, away from the crowd
'Cause the crowd get shot down, and I don't get shot down
I do hits then leave town, I hit stains on pounds
I don’t party at lounge, bitch, I don't get drunk, bitch
I'm off the skunk, bitch, I don't give a fuck, bitch
I don't knuckle up, bitch, you'll get shot quick
See you on my block, bitch
You will get shot quick, around my block, bitch
Fuck 12
R.I.P Pluto, R.I.P L'A Capone, man
R.I.P J-Money, man, I miss you ****, all my ****, man
R.I.P D-Thang, R.I.P Baldy, R.I.P Odee, R.I.P Keta, R.I.P Moe
R.I.P all of the motherfucking guys, squad
Why they take the motherfucking guys?
Now it's finna get fucking live
Written by: Charles Moore