Letra de Aw Yeah - Quando Rondo

(Ayo, D-Wiz is ballin')

Ayy, bae (Simo Fre just killed it)

I swear that, baby, you the baddest

That's without the plastic, your ass thick

Baby, you my everything like Drake be on the adlibs

I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings

Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing

All they know is murder on the street I claim

Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain

We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh

Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that

Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah

Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah

That AMG outta they price range, I'm all in the gutter

Know life a gamble like a dice game when you live in the struggle

He hittin' licks all through the night, man, tryna make his shit double

I been doin' well so goddamn long, I feel the right thing is trouble

Up with the stick, came with the light man, then killed his lil' brother

Felt like I had to make this song, man, for my niggas that hustle

He keep that metal when he ridin' even though he a Muslim

Life of the ghetto, 'bout survival, might just put some shit under

I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings

Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing

All they know is murder on the street I claim

Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain

We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh

Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that

Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah

Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah

I got too much drank in my soda, so much weight on my shoulders

Got so much pain in my folder, fuck the fame, it's gettin' closer

I just want a plain-jane Rollie with a gray Range Rover

With my main main ho, take them, the chains off when this damn game over

Had to sacrifice, so it ain't right, the savage life for my nigga

Just know I'm ridin' wrong or right like fuck that knife, keep my pistol

I ran it up in black and white like Derek Percy, you a victim

I'm fedded up, know you a mice but try to play like a killer

I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings

Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing

All they know is murder on the street I claim

Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain

We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh

Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that

Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah

Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah

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