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Big Poppa Geez - RondoNumbaNine Lyrics



Big Poppa Geez - RondoNumbaNine Lyrics
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Uh - yea - talk
Ticket for the low cuz we got it, yea dem numbers right (word)
Handle our business wit discretion, he got another price (ya heard)
B4 you cum me abt coppin, have ya money right
B4 you come to me you tryna pop it, think f*ckin twice
Know dis shit ain't cum over 1, I grind a hunned nights
I be posted out onda 6, wit rondo number nine
Gotta leave da spot wit my gun, i gotta have dat
Riding' 2 da block wit a ton, I'm in a hatchback
I be running,sprint 2 da money, I'm on a rack dash Geezy ima keep it buck, these niggas rap cap(what)
I'm abt my dollars n general, I need dat cash back -(what)
Smoke em turn ya man 2 a pack, shit a give you a heart attack
Make em get a squeegee, my drip be clean like da laundromat- (yea)
I be in dem streets, inda streets, more din a alley cat
Yea lol
Ard - ( you are now listening to talk rap) talk
Dey ain't speaking paper fluent,I don't talk to them niggas
U know how I run right thru em, I'm like coffee wit shipments
I Can't buy what niggas pitching cuz Dey pockets be empty
My niggas go right @ shit, you a get dropped 4 a mention
If I got problems wit a nigga din dem coffins get issued
He can't say he beefin wit me bcuz he would not be living
My niggas Hawk shit down n stand on top when Dey killin
If a nigga play wit me, just may da powers be wit em-
I'll have ya gang dropping ya name, every time in remembrance-
Put a thousand comments of broken hearts on his insta-
Whole squad know how he died but 2 da cops we suspenseful
I would never have- no attempt tos, if I meant to
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Uh - yea - talk
Ticket for the low cuz we got it, yea dem numbers right (word)
Handle our business wit discretion, he got another price (ya heard)
B4 you cum me abt coppin, have ya money right
B4 you come to me you tryna pop it, think f*ckin twice
Know dis shit ain't cum over 1, I grind a hunned nights
I be posted out onda 6, wit rondo number nine
Gotta leave da spot wit my gun, i gotta have dat
Riding' 2 da block wit a ton, I'm in a hatchback
I be running,sprint 2 da money, I'm on a rack dash Geezy ima keep it buck, these niggas rap cap(what)
I'm abt my dollars n general, I need dat cash back -(what)
Smoke em turn ya man 2 a pack, shit a give you a heart attack
Make em get a squeegee, my drip be clean like da laundromat- (yea)
I be in dem streets, inda streets, more din a alley cat
Yea lol
Ard - ( you are now listening to talk rap) talk
Dey ain't speaking paper fluent,I don't talk to them niggas
U know how I run right thru em, I'm like coffee wit shipments
I Can't buy what niggas pitching cuz Dey pockets be empty
My niggas go right @ shit, you a get dropped 4 a mention
If I got problems wit a nigga din dem coffins get issued
He can't say he beefin wit me bcuz he would not be living
My niggas Hawk shit down n stand on top when Dey killin
If a nigga play wit me, just may da powers be wit em-
I'll have ya gang dropping ya name, every time in remembrance-
Put a thousand comments of broken hearts on his insta-
Whole squad know how he died but 2 da cops we suspenseful
I would never have- no attempt tos, if I meant to
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Writer: Markeese Bosier
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Big Poppa Geez - RondoNumbaNine Video
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Performed By: Big Poppa Geez
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Markeese Bosier

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