Lyrics Lost Ones de Quando Rondo - Hip Hop - Escucha todas las Musica de Lost Ones - Quando Rondo y sus Letras de Quando Rondo, puedes escucharlo en tu Computadora, celular ó donde quiera que se encuentres. Todas tus canciones favoritas Lost Ones de Quando Rondo la encuentras en un solo lugar, Escucha MUSICA GRATIS Lost Ones de Quando Rondo. Nuestra web les permite disfrutar de la Mejor Musica Gratis a la Carta de Quando Rondo y sus Letras de Canciones, Musica Lost Ones - Quando Rondo a una gran velocidad en audio mp3 de alta calidad.
Top Canciones de: Quando Rondo
- ♫ 101
- ♫ 1027
- ♫ 24
- ♫ 4th Qtr
- ♫ 50
- ♫ All These Problems
- ♫ Angel Wings
- ♫ At The Top Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ Bad Vibe Feat A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie 2 Chainz
- ♫ Bad Vibe Feat A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Y 2 Chainz
- ♫ Beneficial Love
- ♫ Blame
- ♫ Blue Opps
- ♫ Cant Compare
- ♫ Cash
- ♫ Casket Talk Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ Codeine Tales
- ♫ Collect Calls
- ♫ Counting Bands
- ♫ Cream Soda
- ♫ Cut You Off
- ♫ Dead Wrong
- ♫ Depression
- ♫ Dont Pray For Me
- ♫ Dope Boy Dreams
- ♫ Double Cs
- ♫ Downfall
- ♫ Dripped Out Feat Luh Kel
- ♫ Emotional Way Of Thinking
- ♫ Expensive Edibles
- ♫ Felon
- ♫ Flawless
- ♫ Forever 16
- ♫ From The Bottom
- ♫ Get Down
- ♫ Give Me A Sign Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ Gun Powder
- ♫ Heartaches
- ♫ Heat Tucked
- ♫ I Admit
- ♫ I Swear Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again Lul Timm
- ♫ I8
- ♫ Imperfect Flower
- ♫ In My Feelings
- ♫ In My Section
- ♫ Its On
- ♫ Its On Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ Jakiyah
- ♫ Just Keep Going
- ♫ Keep Me Dry Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ Legitimate Drugz
- ♫ Letter To My Daughter
- ♫ Lil Minute
- ♫ Loaded Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ Long Live Pabb
- ♫ Lost Ones
- ♫ Love Or Lust
- ♫ Lullaby
- ♫ Marvelous Feat Polo G
- ♫ Materialistic Pain
- ♫ Me First
- ♫ Million Dollar Kid Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ My Friend Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ My Life Story
- ♫ My Yoppa Feat Shy Glizzy
- ♫ New Ones Feat Nocap
- ♫ Nightmare
- ♫ Nitas Grandson
- ♫ No Mercy Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ No Scale
- ♫ Nothing Else Matters
- ♫ Okay
- ♫ Out The Gym
- ♫ Pain Inside Of Me
- ♫ Pain Y Process
- ♫ Perfect Timing
- ♫ Plenty Muscle
- ♫ Poetic Justice
- ♫ Real Love
- ♫ Rip Phat Phat
- ♫ Running Away From Home
- ♫ Safest Feat Lil Durk
- ♫ Scarred From Love
- ♫ Shine
- ♫ Shooters Y Movers
- ♫ Soldier
- ♫ Soul Reaper
- ♫ Speeding
- ♫ Sticc To The Code
- ♫ Tear It Down
- ♫ The Realest
- ♫ Time For
- ♫ Trophies
- ♫ Vision
- ♫ Want Me Dead Ft Youngboy Never Broke Again
- ♫ War Baby
- ♫ Way Up
- ♫ Where Im From Feat Blocboy Jb And Polo G
- ♫ Where Would I Be
- ♫ Why We Cant
Lost Ones - Quando Rondo Lyrics
"Lost Ones" lyrics Quando Rondo Lyrics "Lost Ones"
(Everybody up the hill)
(Ayy, Soul, that's sweet)
(Shh, Hellion)
I'm ridin', everybody slidin' (Yo, Vicky)
Banger on my waist on 95, you're never hidin'
I'm back from the gutter, the trenches raised me, off the porch with a Glock
Better watch the ones who claim they love you, for the drop, they get guap
These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my partner, am I wrong if I go get him back?
I look around and see they gone, nobody got my back
If you a rat, ain't havin' racks, then you gon' get respect
From the fans, raise your hands if you know a nigga like that
That shit ain't one hundred that all them real niggas in the grave
They showin' love when he come 'round and all the trill niggas in a cage
I cashed out on a hundred pounds, now I got real killers gettin' paid
I gotta watch out how I'ma move 'cause in the field, I got haters
With that Glock out, rock out, roll in the field with my laser
In a stolen car, spin on they block, they corner store, we jump out facin'
The double O, my nigga block, I'm sippin' Wock while on that Frazier
I told that ho to suck my cock, don't kiss no ass, I'm chasin' paper
New AMG, all money gangsters
Leavin' brains hangin' entertainin'
I don't even got a cold or got a cough, I'm just a drinker
My heart cold like the north pole, red dot, Rudolph, red laser
I was out here on my own, without a home, not even daycare
Now they know my money long, they tryna come around like they cared
We shoot at doors, y'all hear the poles, believe the plan was not to play fair
Ain't no more postin' on that corner, my best advice not to stay there
What time we on? You know the type, wearin' wedding gowns, heels and fake hair
Passed on my block inside a Maybach
I'm back from the gutter, the trenches raised me, off the porch with a Glock
Better watch the ones who claim they love you, for the drop, they get guap
These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my partner, am I wrong if I go get him back?
I look around and see they gone, nobody got my back
If you a rat, ain't havin' racks, then you gon' get respect
From the fans, raise your hands if you know a nigga like that
That shit ain't one hundred that all them real niggas in the grave
They showin' love when he come 'round and all the trill niggas in a cage
I cashed out on a hundred pounds, now I got real killers gettin' paid
I gotta watch out how I'ma move 'cause in the field, I got haters
O take that K, bring yellow tape, Trackhawk, get that banger, niggas know we rich and dangerous
Hats off to the youngin, jump out bangin' with that Draco
Racks on, I got Balmain on my denim from my ankle
Last song, I been thinkin' 'bout my nigga Trig in California
Back home, I still got a couple pillows that I gotta get gone
Back door slime, I'm sleepin' with my pistol, I can't have a cracked dome
Mask on, I still got a couple killers that could take me to a home
TracFone, break it, toss in the river, the nasty dealer rat gone
One hundred fifty thousand and ridin', we straight from off these vacuum seals
We gon' need some more money counters, I broke the last one tryna count a mill'
I swear my heart in the projects, but ain't been 'round, now they got out to kill
Like, one, two, three, went to droppin', y'all drop the three, but y'all ain't got no kills
I'm back from the gutter, the trenches raised me, off the porch with a Glock
Better watch the ones who claim they love you, for the drop, they get guap
These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my partner, am I wrong if I go get him back?
I look around and see they gone, nobody got my back
If you a rat, ain't havin' racks, then you gon' get respect
From the fans, raise your hands if you know a nigga like that
That shit ain't one hundred that all them real niggas in the grave
They showin' love when he come 'round and all the trill niggas in a cage
I cashed out on a hundred pounds, now I got real killers gettin' paid
I gotta watch out how I'ma move 'cause in the field, I got haters
Oh, man, we be rollin'
Let us in this bitch and we gon' send shots at the doorman
Dope man, I'm the dope man
Look down at my neck and wrist like brick, it's super cold, man