z ro - what happened to that dude lyrics
(hook – 2x)
what happened to that dude, what happened to that dude
what happened to that dude
he was b-mping, so i slapped a patch up out that dude
(z-ro)
y’all fellas, know what happened to that dude
he ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood
i couldn’t let it slide, i couldn’t let it go
couldn’t let a motherf-cker, play me for a hoe
pulled out my 4-4, and i just bust
nan n-gg- nan b-tch, will i ever trust
unless it’s my people, unless it’s my kin
i don’t love sh-t, but my people and my ends
put my ends in my safe, in a safe place
i break a bone, in your motherf-cking face
if you think i tell a story, if you think i’m lying
pull out my iron, and i commits to find
have a n-gg- falling, off of his game
if i hit a head shot, that’s the end of his brain
simple and plain, ain’t it
this tool, will leave a n-gg- wig painted
know what i’m saying, i couldn’t be playing
i sit on top of the roof, and start spraying
at a n-gg- head, leave a n-gg- dead
(-claps-), leave him bruised and red
we don’t give a f-ck mayn, that’s a clap
i put a motherf-cking, clip in my strap
bust at your back, bust at your front
then i go to the house, roll up a blunt
that’s how i do it, don’t f-ck with fluid
but i’ma be fluent like fluid, and i knew it
one day, i get a platinum plack
if you running up, you better back on back cause
(hook)
what happened to that dude, what happened to that dude
what happened to that dude
it’s your boy z-ro, and i’m way too rude
(z-ro)
i had to do it like that, and like this
had to break a bone, and make a motherf-cking wish
i did it like this, and i did it like that
a nursery rhyme, and still broke a b-tch back
like that, like this
hit it from the back, and don’t quit
b-tch f-ck you hoe, i’m all about my dough
standing on the corner, with my chrome 4-4
maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gauge
trying my best, just to make the front page
put a homicide, on worldwide news
if a n-gg- chase me, i’ll give him the blues
pull out my motherf-cking, power pellet
roll up the doja, and i start to inhale it
now i’m feeling fine, i’m really feeling fine
i dropped me a eight, in a thunderberg wine
got a n-gg- feeling like, i lost my dog
jump in my b-tch, and i boss my hog
i hit the streets, the streets h-t me back
i checked my pager, it was time to attack
the motherf-cking dope fiends, time to get money
i want my bread, i want my honey
i want my streets of gold, for i can walk on
and a platinum walkie talkie, i can talk on
man, i’m feeling way too heavy
a monster, so can’t nothing scare me
i’m unscareable, it’s unbearable
man, when you hear me it’s terrible
cause i be beating, on your motherf-cking nerve and
might be in the bourbon, or excursion
it don’t matter, cause i’m riding high
leaning to the side, when i’m sliding by
all in your face n-gg-, slapping
out the motherf-cking taste n-gg-
that’s how it go, never been a hoe
try to take what’s mine, and get a mouth full of flow
(-talking-)
yeah, oh yeah, i’m feeling that
sh-t, boys get the sh-t slapped out
your motherf-cking -ss, what 3-2 say
yeah man, you bootleggers, we got all kind
of bootleggers out here though, you know i’m saying
we gotta put a slap into them dudes
you know i’m saying, these n-gg-s that sue boys
for 150, 000, like that’s hurting my highsing
n-gg- i’m still rising, while you coniving
you ain’t shining, but b-tch i shine like a light
all day all night, whether gun fight or fist fight
get the roley on your wrist right, b-tch
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