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z-ro - free-styling lyrics

intro:
aww yeah
king of the ghetto entertainment n+gga
that’s right
screwed up cl!ck for life n+gga
ain’t nothing change
simple day
and i’m motherf+cking rich beyond belief
never thought it would be this here n+gga
and yall n+ggas hate that sh+t
talkin bout that n+gga ro’ rich
he drive a hundred thousand dollar coupes and sh+t
he ain’t hungry no motherf+cking mo’
yeah
so that n+gga can’t rap no mo’ i know that n+gga can’t freestyle no motherf+cking mo’
(freestyle, freestyle, freestyle with the s.u.c)
oh yeah n+gga?
you really wanna call me out like that
put me to the test
that’s when i love that sh+t
so i finna give it to yo motherf+cking ass know what i’m talkin bout
you be the judge

verse:
if you ain’t a chef
what the f+ck you in the kitchen cooking fo’
if you ain’t t ferris
how the f+ck you gon’ book a show
if you went through main event sam wethers been took it though
instead of tripping with me that’s who you need to be looking fo’
i ain’t scared of na’ n+gga
go to war with air n+gga
get rich or die trying to get rich is the plan n+gga
my life and all night and all day paper chase homie
f+ck rapping that ratchet be really tuck in my waist homie
f+ck loosing my life ima take that murder case homie
im alive plus living 200 dollar steaks homie
f+ck a lunchable 3 swallows and it’s over with
you can’t be a soldier you half a man you supposed to quit
you a hoe b+tch and half of another hoe one
n+gga you in the book club real n+ggas? you don’t know none
i’m in the book club too it’s a different type of brick
plus your woman love f+cking me this a different type of d+ck
when i’m rapping they pay attention this a different type of spit
this ain’t a skinny jeans anthem naw this a different type of hit
just being honest how i feel about you b+tches
i’d rather j+ck+ff cuz ain’t nothing real about you b+tches
unless im pimpin’ getting the dollar bill up out you b+tches
i can honestly go through the next ten years without you b+tches
money over yall
most likely ones in the club
money overall, i ain’t even walkin’ in ya club
till i count it and i make sure it’s what it supposed to be
f+ck a bodyguard i don’t let people get close to me
a b+tch ass n+gga that’s what you can’t get zro to be
don’t give a f+ck about anybody that’s zro to me
it been 16 years but it felt like a couple weeks ago
dead from the grave still coming out your speakers though
boxing game invincible i promise you can’t see me bro
i’m sat+rday night live all week my life is a tv show
baby mama she want half of my sh+t
king of the ghetto entertainment
zro ain’t got sh+t yeah
get a job b+tch get off of my d+ck
yo name wrote in permanent marker can’t get off of my list
it’s still slow loud and banging still all in the trunk
buck shots and double lock slugs all in the pump
rap n+ggas is g+y
they let men go all in they rump
let a man try to get extra friendly with me ima k!ll him
i’ll spindle him dead i promise i got somewhere to send him
swing hard as i can i’m actually trying to put my fist in em’
i’m a gangsta baby mad at me because i won’t be a square
i ain’t trying to rub my fingers through her nappy ass hair
i ain’t trying to take a walk in the park that sh+t is g+y to me
rather get my hustle on that sound like all day to me
my volume on low homie i can’t hear what you say to me
rich enough to send a rack to everybody that hated me
hold up!

- z ro lyrics

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