Lyrics:
Got my hat tilted on a bitch I think I'm T-I
Blazed in a daze you can see it in my E-Y
E's cuz be high
You ain't know it's b-Y
C bitch it's B.I
Z
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name
Picture me rolling in my Dodge in traffic
I got no love for these niggaz, so keep your groupie ass stepping
I can
Hustling from Monday to Sunday oh
If na by strength, omo i for don weak oh
Akunle yan la dayeba,
adele aiye, loju ba n ro ni
Wetin go be be, my guy e go be,
wanna make it shine
Nobody go ft dime the light you know
Coz I get you by my side oh lord
This little light of mine
I just wanna make it shine
Nobody go
[Hook: Peaches & Z-Ro (Z-Ro)]
Too many problems on my mind
(on my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind)
They wish I just started, to be a full time grind
I'm just
hip-hop babies, burpin' y'all
I'm on my motherfuckin thousandth curtain call
Won't go pop, but I burst the ball, I crash the party
When you hear J-Ro hit
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
and chill
Ion' care about the drama, fuck the tea you gotta spill
All I know a year from now, my fam' gonna be up in the hills
Story with the dream, holdin'
Better keep my mouth closed so they can't see the shinin
They think it was Z-Ro cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze with bags
Okruchy życia rozrzucone po mieście na rewirach
Każdy ich skrawek setki historii widział
My do ostatniego tchu jesteśmy na tych ulicach
By następne
Tell a bad bitch better lay low (Yebo)
Young niggah pay my own rent though (Rent though)
Now I'm trynna stack it by the boat load
FakiMali, FakiMali,
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
mo
I waka, I waka, I waka, I walk
I pray, I watch, I pray walk
I don't keep Jesus to my self, I talk
Devil no fit try, I'm covered by the blood
Abu oma
Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
'Cause if they lived
Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
'Cause if they lived
miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, DJ Screw
S-L-A-B help me out, GM yeah Trae, Z-Ro
better
No doubt about it, yeah its better than our last endeavor
That one was kind of nice, here we are with a new story
I can see it now, A and Z with all
a shit, I take a trip
I roll by myself, I don't need a lot of people
But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people
Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot
fakin, no bakin three bridges fo money makin
Crooklyn, the ep swinger's lounge-out spot
Roll when I pass lake up drop my saz
Grab my mic-ro, you know how
above
See how
God changed me
Na me
Be this
Before
I worse
My work
Na wrong
Story
Na poor
But now
Na God
My life
Better
Dem never see nothin o
In a 67 Cutlass we was riding through the desert with the
I got a story y'all, from a bit ago
I was out in AZ chilling with my nigga Ro'
We was
mhm, toto je freestyle drop
Zvuk ako my nemá nikto hmm, debili dostanú dick do
Hmm, na beate som ako big boy hmm, v ruke ríbezľové víno hmm
Na sebe
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