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z-ro - devil ass city lyrics

[hook]
i only fear god in this devil -ss city
keep my head up high cause i know these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
-ssh0l- by nature one deep p-ssy n-gga come get me (come on)
get yo -ss with the curtis, what the f-ck is a curtis, my n-gga that’s a fifty
i only fear god in this devil -ss city
keep my head up high cause i know these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
-ssh0l- by nature one deep p-ssy n-gga come get me (come on)
get yo -ss with the curtis, what the f-ck is a curtis, my n-gga that’s a fifty

[verse]
motherf-ck yo dress code and i ain’t taking off my hat cause i’m in chill mode
and i could buy this club if i really wanted to buy this club because i got real dough
she say it feels so good when i feel so wood she don’t need no d-ld-
and i know she ain’t lying cause she blow up my phone, didn’ talk to her she still popped up at my home
this punk -ss sheriff was like “are these yo guns?” cause these ain’t regular guns this is some hunting sh-t
i was like god d-mn right they all mine
i guess every now and then a n-gga like to go and hunt for sh-t
and i ain’t got to tell you i’m the truth in the booth and i really don’t give a f-ck if yall don’t like me
i’m fox 26 [?] like i’m like isiah carey in this b-tch
i tell it the way it is not the way it might be
that’s what’s up, but what you here for?
i’m here to put a hole a size of the cereal bowl in yo motha f-ckin head
and i ain’t really trippin’ on you b-tch -ss n-ggas unless you f-ckin’ with my m-th- f-ckin’ bread
but you ol internet gangstas on my page playa hatin’ everyday i can’t even see what ya saying
cause even one of my people was trippin’ i had to show i was really about my business, he was about to be dead
i ain’t trying to have a relationship, i’m just trying to beat my case every month i’m up in the court house
b-tch -ss badge wearing -ss tryna lie to get a conviction they don’t want me to leave from the court house
my game too strong my bill bond game too strong, faith in god game too strong
to be a real -ss n-gga, first off all fake n-gga you can’t be on none of that sh-t you on
when me roll around with them k!llers know we don’t play
hit you with the mini 1-4 you gonna go (rick ross grunt) like rozay
these p-ssy n-ggas think they real, but they so fake
hit ’em with the triple threat shotgun, they gonna go (rick ross grunt) like rozay
don’t treat me like no rapper i ain’t none of them
never got no royalty check but the money kept comin’ in
if i give yo -ss a p-ss most likely you’ll get done again
i don’t trust none of y’all motherf-ckers i got my gun again
and every year i am like javari i need another dope key
cause you know i’m kush to these hating -ss n-ggas, these hating -ss n-ggas be trying to smoke me
that’s what the chopper for, i lay they -ss down like vocals
they f-ck with me in africa how dare you say i’m local
i’m loco but i’m just trying to smoke doe
keep f-ckin’ with me you and your whole family go go
and i would love to do it myself but you see i got sh-t to do
and i be out of town on stage when the choppas put the mess on them, keep on puttin the d-ck in you
shame on a n-gga that tried to run game on a n-gga, dropping names on a n-gga, 7 mm aimed on you n-gga
hit you from the nosebleeds all the way across a football game on a n-gga and open up a brain on a n-gga and leave a n-gga drippin like sancho (?)
cause real team is original top shotta you won’t even get to see out i’m yo last hoe
and i be everywhere where these p-ssy n-ggas can’t go, and i see everywhere they wanna see wanna see
i’m on the wall, i ain’t f-ckin with the dance flo
and if you ain’t a bad b-tch get the f-ck out of front of me
use to be broke now i get bread out the money tree
and they ain’t f-ckin with ya cause you sweeter than honey bee
i use to be good now i be up to no good that’s why i f-ck all of yall, homie look what i done to me

- z ro lyrics

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