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lirik lagu pooda robin - unconditional

[intro: quando rondo]
pooh, you a fool for this one
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
ooh, quando rondo, n-gga
winners circle

[chorus: quando rondo]
unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (showed me)
i been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my rollie (on my rollie)
ea sports, i’m in the game ballin’ like kobe (ballin’ like kobe, kobe)
in the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadies (my lil’ woadie, woadie)
rock her, rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar (wit’ no guitar, guitar)
i’ve been f-ckin’ on these bad, bad broads, all these popstars (bad broads)
cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
brand new h-llcat, scat pack, this not a nascar, nascar

[verse 1: quando rondo]
same fit for a whole week, yeah, we were paper chasin’
rubber bands inside my shoebox, ain’t knew nothin’ ’bout no safe (’bout no safe)
spend that sh-t and get it back again that fixture’s in rotation (in rotation)
i know these n-ggas hatin’ but f-ck it ’cause that just motivation
hit it from the back, my jack, i beat it on her
call the p-ssy, gave that hoe some cash and then i skeeted on her
i cut my partner off, no scissors, realized i ain’t needed homie
i put my trust in that lil’ bitty but she f-ck around and cheated on me
constant conversations with my ex, she wanna be together
i came up from the bottom so my motto “yeah, we rich forever”
free my n-gga queezy, i remember we hit l!cks together
beefin’ wit’ the opps, we swing they block, we take the sticks together, yeah

[chorus: quando rondo & pooda robin]
unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (showed me)
i been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my rollie (on my rollie)
ea sports, i’m in the game ballin’ like kobe (ballin’ like kobe, kobe)
in the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadies (my lil’ woadie, woadie)
rock her, rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar (wit’ no guitar, guitar)
i’ve been f-ckin’ on these bad, bad broads, all these popstars (bad broads)
cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car (lul pooda robin, n-gga)
brand new h-llcat, scat pack, this not a nascar, nascar (lpr)

[verse 2: pooda robin]
ayy lpr, jump out wit’ that guitar (wit’ it)
pull up somethin’ tinted, shootin’ from a stolen car
puerto rican broad, all she do is call me pa (pa)
free my n-gga queezy and they lookin’ out for what
ayy lpr, oh, you think this sh-t funny so you laughin’, huh? (what?)
tight jean wearin’ muh’f-cker, you be dancin’, huh? (what?)
she say you lyin’ on yo’ d-ck, say you be cappin’, huh? (cappin’)
y’all swear y’all from savannah, heard that y’all be stampin’, huh? (my city)
and all my lil’ n-ggas crip blue like avatar (crip, crip)
and most the n-ggas i be wit’, they never had a job (ayy lpr)
’cause everybody out here g-ngb-ng, sell dope, or rob (pooda rob)
and all that hatin’ you be doin’ it ain’t gon’ get you far

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