Quando Rondo - 21 lyrics

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Quando Rondo - 21 lyrics

[Intro] (Cxb know he go crazy) (Ayo Bleu) (It's Malik on the track) Uh [Chorus] Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck Uh, I might spend some paper on your b*tch, that'll get her wet Uh, I might drop some paper on that ni**a, fu*k it, get him whacked Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away Ayy, iced out my b*tch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy Two-seater with a bad b*tch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky Two C's on your bag, you can get anything that you want Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad, so don't treat me like the average ones [Verse] Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessing, I'm the chosen one I'm really the voice of all them youngin's toting stolen guns Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a twenty-one I was seventeen fu*king b*tches that was twenty-one Since the plug number nineteen, fu*k it, let him go for twenty-one Promethazine and codeine got me floating like a astronaut Just like a punter, kick the door in, fu*k a duck, he went and air 'em out Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro this time Bleu draw the line inside the parking lot I'm only parking with your parking lot (Skrrt, skrrt) Tell them we love them, brand new black Air Forces Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad Count my blue faces now I'm moonwalking in Calabasas Private flight, new places, still to this day richer than all my opps Ring around the rosie with that stick (Brrra), fu*k it, spin they block Gon' ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo It be the same ol' one that yell bros that'll tell on you I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell something [Chorus] Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck Uh, I might spend some paper on your b*tch, that'll get her wet Uh, I might drop some paper on that ni**a, fu*k it, get him whacked Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away Ayy, iced out my b*tch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy Two-seater with a bad b*tch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky Two C's on your bag, you can get anything that you want Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad, so don't treat me like the average ones