Coach Carter Lul Timm (Ft. Quando Rondo)
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[Hook: Quando Rondo]
My diamonds hittin' VVS's, yeah they water
I'm in the kitchen, cookin' whippin' up Coach Carter
I do the dash and see the police in the outer
I'm just tryna run me up some digits, no tomorrow
Stack it to the ceiling, go and cash out Maserati
I'm not in my feelings, I just keep on rockin' Marni
Leave 'em with a quickness, 'cause I'm geeked up off this Molly
I'm countin' benji's in the bentley, had to run around the lobby
[Verse 1: Lul Timm & Quando Rondo]
No Call Of Duty, I stay strapped up with that chopper
I walk in Saks and blow it on Balenciaga
Right off this trap shit, I ran up a million dollars
I'm rockin' Robin, ridin' 'round with my lil partner
That blue bandana, play, we send you to the doctor
Lean inside my Fanta, tryna drink away my problems
I got 50 racks and blew 'bout 40 on a model
I got 50 racks and blew 'bout 40 on a Audi
200 the Patеk, you know I'ma get it
Know that we bringin' static, we aim at his fittеd
Take a trip out to Cali, we floodin' the trenches
I'm rockin' Bale' mixed up with Givenchy
Get a brand new G-Wagon and fill it with bitches
40-Glock automatic, in love with them switches
My diamonds be hittin', do you know who Nick is
Lil shawty the baddest, I think she Brazilian
My diamonds hittin' VVS's, yeah they water
I'm in the kitchen, cookin' whippin' up Coach Carter
I do the dash and see the police in the outer
I'm just tryna run me up some digits, no tomorrow
Stack it to the ceiling, go and cash out Maserati
I'm not in my feelings, I just keep on rockin' Marni
Leave 'em with a quickness, 'cause I'm geeked up off this Molly
I'm countin' benji's in the bentley, had to run around the lobby
[Verse 1: Lul Timm & Quando Rondo]
No Call Of Duty, I stay strapped up with that chopper
I walk in Saks and blow it on Balenciaga
Right off this trap shit, I ran up a million dollars
I'm rockin' Robin, ridin' 'round with my lil partner
That blue bandana, play, we send you to the doctor
Lean inside my Fanta, tryna drink away my problems
I got 50 racks and blew 'bout 40 on a model
I got 50 racks and blew 'bout 40 on a Audi
200 the Patеk, you know I'ma get it
Know that we bringin' static, we aim at his fittеd
Take a trip out to Cali, we floodin' the trenches
I'm rockin' Bale' mixed up with Givenchy
Get a brand new G-Wagon and fill it with bitches
40-Glock automatic, in love with them switches
My diamonds be hittin', do you know who Nick is
Lil shawty the baddest, I think she Brazilian
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