Rolando (caught in the rain) by Dusty locane lyrics

Rolando (caught in the rain) by Dusty locane lyrics

Rolando (caught in the rain)by Dusty locane lyrics

American rapper dusty locane blows our mind off by dropping a song titled “Rolando (caught in the rain)

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Rolando (caught in the rain) by Dusty locane lyrics

Now a nigga really starting to understand what’s goin’ on
It was all in front of me
I just had to go get it

Said I’ma make bail tonight. hah
I’ma cause hell, I might, hah
Roll through the city, bad little bitty, she gave me head on sight
And I got a safer route
I’m tryna make it out
Won’t do that shit for clout
Come get with me, come get with me
I’m from the Flossy
I’m with them killer niggas, come and talk to me
You could try to walk with me
But you can’t step in my shoes
I’ma clear the room, I’ma go boom
I got the anger, pain
I still sip champagne
Thirty shots (Gllllt boaw)
Clear out the whole damn spot
I got a whole lot to lose, but I got a whole lot of shots
Patek bе rollin’ and controllin’ doin’ what I do
Breakin’ rules, might make thе news
Stupid nigga playin’, you a fool
And I’ll show you what I’m in for
Why the fuck you say a nigga changed up
You was tryna get your name up
I was here chasing paper
Sorry hater, see you later, turn to vapor
Alexander McQueen
That’s what I rock on my feet
But I could throw on that Dior
Give me more than he needs
I could throw on that Supreme
But I’m way past that, where your stash at
Rip ‘em up, make him bleed
Ain’t no rap cap, in my last track
Thirty pull up in your dreams
Kickin’ CashApp, lemme have that
Six racks, runnin’ free
I’ma backtrack, no I ain’t have that
But I’ma still make a scene
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze
Bad little Porte Rican, little piece
Turn up the heat, six-owe degrees
I’m Dusty rollin’ from the clocc
And I can surely get you shot
Don’t play, you talk to cops
And now you turn into a stain, an opp
I could see everything I need
It’s all right in front of me
I just got to grab, and reach
Pussy nigga try to play with me
He lay deceased
Mike Amiri for the jeans
Bitch you know I keep a pole
I do this for all my rolandos on the road
Know they stay ten toes, won’t fold

Glllt boaw boaw boaw boaw

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