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z - ro - 25 lighters lyrics

hold up z-ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto
screwed up click soldier for life
you know what i’m talking about?
mo’ city stand up in this motherf-cker
you know what i’m saying?
my n-gg- grady in this b-tch. what’s up my n-gg-?
huh, inside out, that boy harlem done touch ground
hold up man. you know what i’m saying? redmond for life
redmond riders n-gg- redmond hard heads
huh, y’all feel me man, rest in peace to that n-gg- goudy
that n-gg- ll man. you know what i’m saying?
sh-t man it’s f-cked up man
rest in peace to to that n-gg- e-mar
we gon’ hold it down. you know what i’m talking about?
and that’s real talk

25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir
got a bad black b-tch that drives a black impreza
you know i’m smoking on that herb
every d-mn day just to calm my d-mn nerves
screwed up click ain’t never gon’ switch
n-gg- build a ditch for a motherf-cker snitch
talking to the laws given up info
catch me at the pad black lamp or smoking indo
sipping on drank on a whole liter
this for n-gg- moe i got a 9 millimeter
and a .45 i’m a keep it live
do it in 08′ like i did in 95′
that was the year i made it clear
wrecking on the microphone to get away from here
i’m reppin’ for the south with diamonds in my mouth
and diamonds on my hands & diamonds in my house
shining so bright even in the night
smoking on kush. what the f-ck is top flight?
i’m only on the good, b-tch i wish you would
keeping it all world y’all keeping it all hood
trying to get paper pull another caper
man my house is swoah something like tony drapper
got to get my mill from my record sell
this time last year i was in a jail cell
waiting for commissary waiting on mail call
man i can’t wait ’til i get free cause i’m a ball
put it in they face free my partner grace
what’s up to that los what’s cracking cause i’m straight lase
what’s up to that pokey
what’s up to that woldy
always kept it real never act like they ain’t know me
soldier boy love z-ro is who i am
back in the days signed with that x band
me in that phat & that street military
r i p maleak in the day in the cemetery
but it ain’t over chip on my shoulder
catch me brand new candy blue range rover
rollin’ to the end my skin is my sin
and like lil’ keke say it never will ever end
gots to keep flowing i’m a keep it going
back in 92′ i probably could kick your door in
n-gg- lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down
i reppin’ for the south side of that h-town
screwed up click until it’s over with
ak with catch bag on my shoulder b-tch
you will die f-cking with that ro
he ain’t never been a b-tch he ain’t never been no ho
don’t know how to be a broad don’t know how to be a mark
i put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark
mashing on the gas pocket full of cash
looking for a yellow bone b-tch with big -ss
i ain’t disrespecting just telling the truth
y’all know how i do it when i gets up in the booth
i’m a go hard ’til i chip my f-cking tooth
in a fly murder 4 door of coof
yeah i get my paper yeah i get my bread
i don’t give a d-mn what you b-tch n-gg-s done said
talking down on me cause i’m a get my spread
i ain’t tripping i’m in the kitchen whipping up a batch
batch of them pies for all the time guys
watching out for the fed they be in disguise
looking like g’s looking like ballers
looking like true money making shot callers
but them boys laws yeah that’s them folks
i ain’t tripping cause i know it’s hot on postoak
back in the day i had a pocket full of rocks
24/7 365 around the clock
about to get paid stacking up my paper
i hit a lick & then it’s time for me to lay low
just run on my screen on 360 playing halo
hoes’ll drop it like it’s hot when ever i say so
cause i’m the man diamond on my hand
got big b-ss in the back of the blue van
it’s blue over gold the story been told
benjamin franklin & 2 blacks is in my wheel 4
my flow is real cold i ain’t never been whacked
and thanks to bun b & pimp c i got 2 gold plaques
they hanging on my wall pimp i miss you dog
bun b ride for that boy & make them crawl
do it for the south & do it for the hawk
and who ever don’t like it keep my d-ck up in they mouth
i’m screwed up click ’til they lay me in my casket
i ride around houston with that plastic
hand on my steel wood grain wheel
you can hardly see me with the diamond on my grill
you can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist
and can’t n-body do it like me cause i do it like this
ain’t never had love for a b-tch
all i’m really trying to do is get rich
trying to get my f-cking bread baby
ride in mercedes i know a n-gg- hate me
but i don’t give a d-mn nah i don’t give a f-ck
riding on draped up 26’s on my truck
h-ll yeah b-tch i know they large
got 3 foreign cars in my garage
i never sabotage my f-cking career
had to make it clear & i shed another tear
but n-gg- i’m real b-mper & the grill
when i do my music it’s the music you can feel
cause i’m just a g riding one deep
and every time i ride i ride with gun on seat
watching out for jackers cause i know they scoping
trying to leave a real n-gg-s head wide open
pulling down sw-ngers cause they ain’t clacking
i’m rolling on 20 inch 4’s b-tch what happening
looking so fly i don’t smoke fry
got to be a g ’til the day that i die
that’s my big homey boy that lil’ ke
boy you know i love you it’s you & me
in this d-mn thing we gon’ do it for screw
and do it for the side & i’m a do it for you
and you gon’ do it for me it’s s.u.c
screwed up click until i d i e
n-gg- don’t get me crunk watch me pop trunk
smoking on kush ain’t never seen skunk
man i’m so throwed caught me in the zone
i don’t give a f-ck about you calling on my phone
i f-cks with the stripper versace on my zipper
this the n-gg- ro taper fade with the clipper
i brought my partner for my partner paul
about to make a million dollars & buy the whole mall
call that b-tch mo’ town & it’s gon’ go down
a couple of day from now i got a show in your town
and i’m a get paid & i’m a get laid
and every car i drive, candy paint gon’ get sprayed
on the doors n-gg- & on the side dog
and i ain’t scared i got jesus on my side dog
hit the church house & then go work out
and after that you it’s time to pull the purp out
and i’m a roll one then i’m a smoke one
and i’m a roll one then i’m a smoke one
and i’m a roll one then i’m a smoke one
now i’m out of my mind that’s what that smoke done
but i’m a maintain still in the same game
but only thing ain’t making the same change
i’m getting paid boy you better believe that
a grammy on my shelf i’m a achieve that
cause i can do it n-gg- even though you say i can’t
but i don’t give a f-ck about y’all i’m about my bank
i hope you feel that b-tch look at you
you could put your wig back ain’t n-body will be missing you
you a ho n-gg- not a role n-gg-
cause z-ro make more dough n-gg-
more versus more mixtapes more shows n-gg-
and i ain’t ever at home i’m on the rode n-gg-
i’m chasing fedi baby y’all ain’t ready baby
yeah i’m living like a motherf-cking chevy baby
or like a ford i’m built ford tough
blowing on that real real purple purple stuff
talking about that kush got it from the band though
watch me come down with my pistol in my hand ho
don’t run up on me if you don’t want to get shot
i’m a grab my remote & give it all that i got
hold up man hold up
bring that b-tch back

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