Текст песни 21 - Quando Rondo

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Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck\nUh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that’ll get her wet\nUh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked\nUh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away\nIced out my bitch Audemars, you know it’s lights out when I catch that boy\nTwo-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky\nTwo C’s on your bag, you can get anything that you want\nTruth be, yeah, I’m mad, mad, so don’t treat me like the average ones\nAyy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun\nI didn’t really have a choice, now it’s a blessing, I’m the chosen one\nI’m really the voice of all them youngins toting stolen guns\nShoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one\nAnd don’t forget I’m only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a\ntwenty-one\nI was seventeen fucking bitches that was twenty-one\nSince the plug number nineteen, fuck it, let him go for twenty-one\nPromethazine and codeine got me floating like an astronaut\nJust like a punter, kick the door in, fuck a\nVice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro\ninside the parking lot\nI only park\nYou know we love them brand-new black Air Forces\nThat be his\nStack my blue faces now I’m moonwalking in Calabasas\nPrivate flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps\nRing around the rosie with that stick, fuck it, spin they block\nRide 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car\nThe only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross\nBentley Jeep, let’s ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo\nIt be the same one that yell bros that’ll tell on you\nI know locked behind the cell doors you’ll tell something\nUh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck\nUh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that’ll get her wet\nUh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked\nUh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away\nIced out my bitch Audemars, you know it’s lights out when I catch that boy\nTwo-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky\nTwo C’s on your bag, you can get anything that you want\nTruth be, yeah, I’m mad, mad, so don’t treat me like the average ones