I Admit Quando Rondo
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[Intro]
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[Chorus]
I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you
I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level
We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her
Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up
All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure
I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better
Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta
I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't bе extra
[Verse 1]
These bitchеs live off social media, and plus they goal's competition
I guess you don't fit the criteria, your love what I'm missing
Shorty sort of like a bacteria, she feel me with sickness
So I ordered up all the nearest ones, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all friendship
You’d be a stupid motherfucker to put your trust in a ho
If you know, just like I know, just like the wind, they gon' go
Fuck you seekin' for attention? I guess that's what rock your boat
Same day you run out all them Benjis, she gon' leave 'cause you broke
She pull up screamin' out my name all on the block I be on
She always tell me tote that flame when I post on my street corner
I got lil' mama on my brain, can't get her off, I'm weak for her
Can't even lie, I played it lame, I really did lil' ma wrong
QRN
[Chorus]
I admit, I treated you just like dog and misled you
I hope you found somebody better, who on a whole 'nother level
We love to swing iron in my section, on the street where I met her
Pain in my eyes, but I'm still steppin', on my grind, I can't let up
All to the one that I love, she know it's never no pressure
I get this feeling from you, dog, I know I gotta do better
Just like my pistol, keep you tucked, you know you my lil' Beretta
I got this feeling you bad luck, so when you leave, don't bе extra
[Verse 1]
These bitchеs live off social media, and plus they goal's competition
I guess you don't fit the criteria, your love what I'm missing
Shorty sort of like a bacteria, she feel me with sickness
So I ordered up all the nearest ones, I don't give a fuck 'bout y'all friendship
You’d be a stupid motherfucker to put your trust in a ho
If you know, just like I know, just like the wind, they gon' go
Fuck you seekin' for attention? I guess that's what rock your boat
Same day you run out all them Benjis, she gon' leave 'cause you broke
She pull up screamin' out my name all on the block I be on
She always tell me tote that flame when I post on my street corner
I got lil' mama on my brain, can't get her off, I'm weak for her
Can't even lie, I played it lame, I really did lil' ma wrong
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