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LYRIC: Six-0 Business - Quando Rondo

(You know I stay charged up, double A [?])
Ha, ha! Free Lil Top (Yeah)
Nigga, let they free Lil Top out (How these niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga?)
Free Lil Top, nigga, free Lil Top out (They know, nigga, free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem? Mob)


Six-0 Business LYRIC - Quando Rondo

(You know I stay charged up, double A [?])
Ha, ha! Free Lil Top (Yeah)
Nigga, let they free Lil Top out (How these niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga?)
Free Lil Top, nigga, free Lil Top out (They know, nigga, free lil' Pluto, where lil' Pluto 'dem? Mob)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, bitch niggas gotta go (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
One, two, three, four, yeah, oh, yeah (Ah, ah, ha, ha)
(This Is The Sound)

[Chorus]
Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em (Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes, ha, ha, ha)
A trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga (Like a thot, I give you everything, ha, ha, ha, ha)


Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amiri like it's Hilfiger (I just want 'em Mike Amiri jeans, ha, ha, ha)
Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em (Homie, I don't wanna sip that lean)

[Verse]
Shut down they block, you know we rock out with them poles, we 'bout all that drama (Uh, uh-uh, uh)
They beef with us, you best believe his casket closed (Uh-uh, ha)
Without no rubber, I be fuckin' on these hoes, I told my baby mama (Ha, ha, ha)
Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope and post up on the corner
Ha, bad bitch, treat her like she average
Hit it from the back, I'm tryna nut all on your mattress
Then I ride 'round with straight static
Chrome Heart, big ratchet
Money on your dome, boy, my homeboy so savage (Ha)
Kick a door, that Five-seveN came with a red dot


I'm smokin' dope, all out my body, feeling just like A.I
We don't give a fuck 'bout who you murked because that pussy dead now
All 'bout lil' Ralphy on a shirt, we spin they block, then I'm fine
Glock 27, murder weapon, them pussies better be careful
All on his block where we be steppin', we jumpin' from out a Tesla
Put him on FOX 5, that rappin', that pussy nigga gon' catch 'em
Extensions stock, G23, 'bout my Jesus piece, it's whatever
It's on now, one in the head, my .45
Got niggas dead on both sides
I'm goin' fed, so tell them niggas, "Come try me"
Them Robin jeans got angel wings
Tats on my face, I feel like Wayne
.238's, we leave a stain
Bitch, this a Hellcat not a [?]


I love to see her wrist bling
That's my bitch, by her, you stank
'Til I'm dead, I ain't gon' change
I'ma take these meds and sip this drank (Ha)
Dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip 'nem be my brothers
I look like Batman, brand new double-R my favorite color
Bitch, I'm a black man, we gon' dump the Glock, then after that it's in the trash can
I can't be listenin' to my momma, lightly [?]
I'm traumatized from all this trauma, homicide and it's [?]
All on my side, we 'bout the drama, play with us, I'ma drop the backend
I'ma send a [?] up to heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing
Fall out with that Smith and Wesson
That Jump Out Drac' opps, fuck a lover
Two Percocets, then pop a Xanny


Ain't murder yet, but, boy, get ready
Down in the ground just like some treasure
You know that we be throwin' extra (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em (Shorty, you know I got Crippin' in my genes, ha, ha, hah)
A trill nigga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real nigga (Like a thot, I give you everything, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kill niggas, I just wanna wear that Mike Amiri like it's Hilfiger (I just want 'em Mike Amiri jeans, ha, ha, ha)
Pills, nigga, I just wanna pop that ecstasy and sip NyQuil with 'em (Homie, I don't wanna sip that lean)