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Quando Rondo - Dead Wrong Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Dead Wrong par Quando Rondo
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
These niggas now what the fuck goin' on (Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
You know that I'm one real, yeah
All my niggas really 'bout to come through the cut and let that bitch bang (Dubba-AA flex, Q-R-N, hah, hah, hah)
(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 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
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 countin' up these dead guys
Beretta, I can't lack mine
Like for the cheddar, I collect mine
Like make sure one inside the glizzy, ain't no stoppin' at them red lights
Hunnid round drum look like some titties on the glizzy in the Redeye
Don't tuck 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 hunnid fly
Like leave me 'lone, I'm on my grizzy, trying stake me up a hunnid, yah
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