Quando rondo - Now or never

(Yo, Vicky)
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Diamonds dancin', automatic
Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave
Somehow that still don't matter
I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a bitch or a nigga
Tell 'em stay out my way

Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a millionaire (yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (oh)

Two double cups and Adderall, sometimes I feel like God, I finally done lost it
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss so I'm like, "What it's gon' cost?"
Most of these niggas filled with flaws so I don't want 'em around me
These bitches easily give up draws and I'd be damned if they clown me
I need a bitch who want for me like, fuck that, get her a round trip
B and a stick right by the tree like we don't want 'em around him
These bitches all for you and me, she eat the meat then she outta here
I spit my life all on these beats to see if you feel how I feel
Why the fuck I'm seekin' for your love and I'm not lovin' myself?
After you leave, I'm just gon' thug, I don't want nobody else
We watched them bleed all in the streets, he play with us then it's death
I need that Percocets in me, just like a smoker need meth
We ain't murked 'em yet but you gon' see he goin' under my belt
I can't keep fuckin' with lil' shawty, shit ain't good for my health
Palm Angel denim, Mike Amiri, only thing that I wear
Boy, you a snake that's filled with venom, up and aim at your hair

Diamonds dancin', automatic
Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave
Somehow that still don't matter
I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a bitch or a nigga
Tell 'em stay out my way


Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a millionaire (yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (oh)

I cut you off without no scissors
Tell me why the fuck lil' shawty keep callin'?
It's different levels to the system, on my own, I've been ballin'
Clutchin' my metal, tinted windows, five percent when I'm rollin'
Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared, I'm tryna bust it wide open
Right now, shit movin' slow motion, but I can't trip
I'm steady pourin' out my pain in this soda potion I sip
The glizzy gang, don't ever ask if I'm totin', it's on my hip
60 Gang, I really love, rich and rollin', but you ain't real
I got a fetish for them hoes who don't love me
Whole time you in it for them fuckin' racks
I see y'all niggas be fuckin' with niggas, knowin' they some fuckin' rats
I see y'all niggas be lovin' women, be fuckin' when they turn their back
And we on go when I turn on the map, my heart so cold and I can't even cap

Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a billionaire
I would prolly be a billionaire

Diamonds dancin', automatic
Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave
Somehow that still don't matter
I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a bitch or a nigga
Tell 'em stay out my way

Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a millionaire (yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (oh)

Writers: TyQuain Bowman , Victor Ferreira , Traevon Isaiah Walker

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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