Quando Rondo – Soldier Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Soldier – Quando Rondo

I soaked up game from the real ones
They once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine
I try to touch God’s shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me
Just like my father quoted

Some crazy things
My mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
It ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for a dollar
I’m so in love with the guala
I remember all the shootouts with the other side
We used to slide out Impalas
Now I’m sipping Actavis breakfast, lunch, dinner
I might need to see a doctor

I’m on some young rich n**ga s**t, Louis loafers
Just to push the rover
I put a drum in a stick
Now it’s time to slide on whoever be closest
Ayy, Gucci sandals, no Moses
I f**ked the baddest, Hocus Pocus
When it come to pain, who felt the mostest

I soaked up game from the real ones
They once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine
I try to touch God’s shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me
Just like my father quoted

I just need to keep speaking through the microphone
I just need to keep sippin’ that purple styrofoam
I just need to keep goin’ hard, or go home
I just need to get that foreign car candy chrome

I gave that ho here Glocks
Extended clips and beams
Got so much ice around my neck
Don’t tell the hockey team
One thing I can’t be quoted
One thing I can’t be told me
Better get caught with it
Without it, better keep it on

I soaked up game from the real ones
They once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine
I try to touсh God’s shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me
Just like my father quoted

Some crazy things
My mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
It ain’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for a dollar
I’m so in love with the guala
I remember all the shootouts with the other side
We used to slide out Impalas
Now I’m sipping Actavis breakfast, lunch, dinner
I might need to see a doctor

We put that opp boy up, like a f**kin’ pole stick
Come in foreign Hellcat, ‘rarris and Rovers
Comin’ down the street, you can hear the motor
Yeah, percocets and codeine I ain’t feelin’ sober…

➤ Written by Quando Rondo, Drum Dummie & Cash Flow Beats
Album: Diary of a Lost Child
Produced by Cash Flow Beats, Drum Dummie & Mook On The Beats
Quando Rondo | 2020

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