Quando Rondo – Poetic Justice Lyrics
Poetic Justice By Quando Rondo
DJ Swift on the track
Seventeen in his Nina
Mook got the keys jumping
Youngin’ on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin’ reefa
Same hoes, these n---- love and I f--- and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
I’m ’bout my racks like tennis, got a b---- look like Serena
No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
Where I’m from, you gotta tote one ‘cuz its legal
My father told me back in ’01 it was Dickies and beepers
I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit ’em, I guess he didn’t believe me
I swear to god I f--- with shawty ‘cuz keep me a C
Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil n---- up d’ed
Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip s--- running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Told Jo let’s take a trip to Cali just to see what bags cheaper
My youngin’ posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil white b---- a--, I get the coke from her people
Got a lil gutter b---- named Lisa, she gon’ s--- the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a beamer
She a keeper, but I’m for damn sure gon’ leave her
I’m so sick, double cup, you know I’m lemon tea’d up
For a brick, dope boys in the hood gon’ swang those V’s up
Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don’t freeze up
I come from the corner where you wanna keep your heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans you know about 60 G’s up
Shout out the plug, blue black amigo, yeah we love the re-up
Youngin’ on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin’ reefa
Same hoes, these n---- love and I f--- and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
I’m ’bout my racks like tennis, got a b---- look like Serena
No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
Where I’m from, you gotta tote one ‘cuz its legal
My father told me back in ’01 it was Dickies and beepers
I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit ’em, I guess he didn’t believe me
I swear to god I f--- with shawty ‘cuz keep me a C
Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil n---- up d’ed
Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip s--- running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
DJ Swift on the track
Seventeen in his Nina
Mook got the keys jumping
Youngin’ on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin’ reefa
Same hoes, these n---- love and I f--- and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
I’m ’bout my racks like tennis, got a b---- look like Serena
No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
Where I’m from, you gotta tote one ‘cuz its legal
My father told me back in ’01 it was Dickies and beepers
I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit ’em, I guess he didn’t believe me
I swear to god I f--- with shawty ‘cuz keep me a C
Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil n---- up d’ed
Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip s--- running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
Told Jo let’s take a trip to Cali just to see what bags cheaper
My youngin’ posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers
Shout out to my lil white b---- a--, I get the coke from her people
Got a lil gutter b---- named Lisa, she gon’ s--- the whole team up
And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a beamer
She a keeper, but I’m for damn sure gon’ leave her
I’m so sick, double cup, you know I’m lemon tea’d up
For a brick, dope boys in the hood gon’ swang those V’s up
Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don’t freeze up
I come from the corner where you wanna keep your heat tucked
Mike Amiri denim jeans you know about 60 G’s up
Shout out the plug, blue black amigo, yeah we love the re-up
Youngin’ on the corner with 17 in his Nina
Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn’t have showed her I need her
That’s picture they paint it for me, ain’t nothing like Mona Lisa
And hella smoke from out the Mac, back to back, blowin’ reefa
Same hoes, these n---- love and I f--- and they think they keepers
Whoever thought the minister sell out a whole arena
I’m ’bout my racks like tennis, got a b---- look like Serena
No matter what your momma tell, just know I love you Selena
Where I’m from, you gotta tote one ‘cuz its legal
My father told me back in ’01 it was Dickies and beepers
I’m sneaking Perky’s on the plane even thought it’s illegal
I know that they don’t feel my pain even though they my people
I tried to tell the gang to hit ’em, I guess he didn’t believe me
I swear to god I f--- with shawty ‘cuz keep me a C
Spend on they block, empty out clips from my lil n---- up d’ed
Shout out them OG’s keep up real, pass out more work than a teacher
Watch how that money make him change, he left his team on the bleachers
This Crip s--- running in my veins like I got poked with a needle
Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA
My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater
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