Now Or Never Lyrics – Quando Rondo

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Diamonds dancing automatic
But, so long, been 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 hustling backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a bi*ch or a Ni*ga
Tell 'em stay out my way

Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I'll probably be a millionaire (Yeah)
I'll probably 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 gone cost me?
Most of these Ni*gas filled with flaws
So I don't want 'em around me
These bi*ches easily give up drawers
And I'd be damned if they clown me
I need a bi*ch who work for me like
Fu*k that, get her a round trip
B aim the stick right by the tree like
We don't want 'em around here
These bi*ches all for you and me
She eat the meat, then she out of here

I spit my life all on these beats to see
If you feel how I feel
Why the fu*k I'm seeking for your love
If I'm not loving myself?
After you leave, I'm just gone thug
I don't want nobody else
We watched him bleed all in the streets
He play with us, then it's death
I need that Percocets and lean
Just like a smoker need meth
We ain't murked 'em yet
But you gone see he going under my belt
I can't keep fu*king with lil' shawty
Sh*t 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 dancing automatic
But, so long, been 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 hustling backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a bi*ch or a Ni*ga
Tell 'em stay out my way

Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I'll probably be a millionaire (Yeah)
I'll probably be a trillionaire (Oh)

I cut you off without no scissors
Tell me why the fu*k lil' shawty keep calling?
It's different levels to the system
On my own, I've been balling
Clutching my metal, tinted windows
Five percent when I'm rolling
Trapping ain't dead, these Ni*gas scared
I'm tryna bust it wide open
Right now, Sh*t moving slow motion
But I can't trip
I'm steady pouring all my pain
In this soda potion I sip
Big glizzy gang, don't ever ask
If I'm toting, it's on my hip
60 Gang, I really love
Rich and Rolling, but you ain't real
I got a fetish for them hoes
Who don't love me back
Whole time you in it for them fu*king racks
I don't see how Ni*gas be fu*king with Ni*gas
Knowing they some fu*king rats
I dont see how Ni*gas be loving women
Be fu*king when they turn they back
Ain't nowhere to 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'll probably be a billionaire
I'll probably be a billionaire

Diamonds dancing automatic
But, so long, been 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 hustling backwards
I ain't got no trust
That's for a bi*ch or a Ni*ga
Tell 'em stay out my way

Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I'll probably be a millionaire (Yeah)
I'll probably be a trillionaire (Oh)