Quando Rondo – Legitimate Drugz Lyrics

Legitimate Drugz By Quando Rondo

Still on the block, I still work, feel incredible
I got my foot on the gas when I’m pushin’ the pedal (Go Grizz)
I’m on the block where you gotta keep that heavy metal
I’m in this s— forever, ayy

I get on FaceTime, just to see my thots
With me, you wastin’ time, baby, don’t even buy that watch
It’s love still, though they love to question my heart
Blue bandana, bang the wheelchair like the parking lot (Ayy)
I do the dash in a mothafuckin’ Jag
Gotta skrrt off, it can’t fit in the parking lot
They see the weakest n—- in the room
That be the n—- that talk a lot
I think that I need another one, baby girl
This a real n—-, one-of-one (Ayy)
I show legitimate love
This genuine love has got me livin’ dangerous

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Ayy, I even offered to pay your tuition
I gave you letters to sign and read over the terms and conditions (Ayy)
I was out seekin’ for love, but the lean in my cup what I’m missin’ (Ayy)
And I put a beam on the Glock, when I up it, I swear ain’t no missin’
We gon’ get all of them n—–
Fill all them hollows in pistols, the guala gon’ get you
Hit up their block the missiles
I’ll send them rastas to get ya, them shottas to get ya
Them robbers’ll get ya, these n—–, they know that my roster official
It’s a man down in the heart of the trenches
I’d do anything to get my dawg out the system
I sip codieine with a pasision, see it in my face
Shawty wanna f— me ’cause I’m paid
Joke’s on you, two-door coupe, laughin’ to the bank
I had to ride my own wave, I’m in a whole ‘nother lane (Ayy)
She say I do it way better on Percocet
I need some sloppy toppy in the drop-top coupe (Ayy)
I gotta spend a check for you to f— me and get the neck
Ain’t no complaints, I got racks in the bank, baby, let’s go
I’m there for the money, I ain’t trippin’
Proceed precaution, the drip drippin’
These n—– just hate that I bank different
They say that I changed, but I ain’t different
Ayy, load up them FNs, then hop in the Benz, I go spin on their block
I f— with n—– who ’bout their issues, who gon’ kill all their opps

I get on FaceTime, just to see my thots
With me, you wastin’ time, baby, don’t even buy that watch
It’s love still, though they love to question my heart
Blue bandana, bang the wheelchair like the parking lot (Ayy)
I do the dash in a mothafuckin’ Jag
Gotta skrrt off, it can’t fit in the parking lot
They see the weakest n—- in the room
That be the n—- that talk a lot
I think that I need another one, baby girl
This a real n—-, one-of-one (Ayy)
I show legitimate love
This genuine love has got me livin’ dangerous

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