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• Artiste: Quando Rondo
• Titre: Trophies
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(Cxb, know he go crazy) One time, one time send it up to the savior (Hey DVOSK) Uh (Yo Vicky) Oh-oh One time send a prayer to the savior This for my nigga locked in prison, or the one in the graveyard (Oh-oh) Inshallah, can you do me a favor? Open my eyes so I can separate the real from the fake ones (Yeah) Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it (Boom) Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly Shit, i'm a ticket, if the catch me they collectin' a million Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin' I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it" I'm livin' life just like a rockstar I could never plead the Fifth if I'm guilty All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy California reppin', independent, pistol slangin', I'm bangin' To the day I die, you know I'm in it, until then, I maintain it I tote that fire Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller He don't comply, he got to die You see that rapper , I stained him Three-hundred-thousand up in twenties Who go the hardest? We catch him Cob, he record me like a artist, met that boy up in Texas Pab tryna dodge these RICO charges like Young Thug, that my best friend Bitch, I'm a problem and I promise, you gon' leave on a stretcher And I just wanna rock this size, from Miami to Texas Plain Jane Rollie on my wife, I spent a buck on a neckless Say, "Lil' whoadie, I'm just grindin', tryna run me a check up" He spent six-figures on her body back-to-back, she next up Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it (Boom) Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly Shit, i'm a ticket, if the catch me they collectin' a million Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is Babygirl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin' I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it" I'm livin' life just like a rockstar I could never plead the Fifth if I'm guilty All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy You know, I ain't, I ain't really trippin' on this shit that they call life You know, 'cause we live to die, you know? You know, I'ma die filthy rich though, you know? Fuck 'em