Video 21 de Quando Rondo 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Quando Rondo - 21 Lyrics

21 Song Lyrics
21 by Quando Rondo (Cxb know he go crazy)
(Ayo Bleu)
(It's Malik on the track)
Uh

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your b**ch, that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, f**k it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my b**ch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad b**ch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad, so don't treat me like the average ones

Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun
I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessing, I'm the chosen one
I'm really the voice of all them youngin's toting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one
And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a twenty-one
I was seventeen f**king b**ches that was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen, f**k it, let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me floating like a astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the door in, f**k a duck, he went and air 'em out
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro this time
Bleu draw the line inside the parking lot
I'm only parking with your parking lot (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell them we love them, brand new black Air Forces
Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad
Count my blue faces now I'm moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new places, still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the rosie with that stick (Brrra), f**k it, spin they block
Gon' ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross
Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo
It be the same ol' one that yell bros that'll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell something

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your b**ch, that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, f**k it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my b**ch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad b**ch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad, so don't treat me like the average ones