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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Songwriter
Aaron Lockhart
Aaron Lockhart
Songwriter
Michael Laury
Michael Laury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Producer
Mike Laury
Mike Laury
Producer

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(I need to speak to Mike Laury) These niggas now what the fuck goin' on, uh (yeah, you got Mike Laury) You know that I'm one real, yeah (dubba AA flex) All my n- really 'bout to come through the cut And let that b- bang (Q.R.N, ha, ha, ha) (This is the sound) And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around Chitty chitty, gang gon' let it bang Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y'all p- n- know what's up Forty thousand with a dub if one of y'all bring back his brain Like tell me what is you saying? I'm from a corner where they bangin' Crip gang Ain't no discussion once you speak on my name Send him to sleep with his mans Go ask the city 'bout who really be slaying Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying I want him down in the grave They say, "You dead wrong" I just left the grave from seeing Ralphie, kissed his headstone I be in a rush, call me blue monster, Sonic Hedgehog I just got a Glock, came in from Russia, need a red dot Put him to sleep just like some Wock' Or Robitussin, need his dreadlocks I'm steady countin' up these dead guys Beretta, I can't lack mine Like for the cheddar, I collect mines Like make sure one inside the glizzy Ain't no stoppin' at them red lights Hundred round drum look like some titties on the glizzy in the Redeye Don't touch that gun 'cause that's for Leeky When he get to doin' fed time She text my phone like, "Come and see me," She know I can make her bed rock You bust his dome, don't show no pity Spin again, and let a hundred fly Like leave me 'lone, I'm on my grizzy Trying stake me up a hundred, yeah And I say uptown, downtown, blue flags all around Chitty chitty, gang gon' let it bang Big glizzy, it stay tucked, y'all pussy niggas know what's up Forty thousand with a dub if one of y'all bring back his brain Like tell me what is you saying? I'm from a corner where they bangin' Crip gang Ain't no discussion once you speak on my name Send him to sleep with his mans Go ask the city 'bout who really be slaying Outside his house, inside the bushes, we laying I want him down in the grave
Writer(s): Tyquian Terrel Bowman, Aaron David Lockhart Jr., Michael Laury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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