Z-Ro - 25 Lighters | Текст песни

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• Z-Ro
• 25 Lighters

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 motherfucker
You know what I'm saying?
My nigga Grady in this bitch. What's up my nigga?
Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem done touch ground
Hold up man. You know what I'm saying? Redmond for life
Redmond riders nigga Redmond hard heads
Huh, y'all feel me man, rest in peace to that nigga Goudy
That nigga LL man. You know what I'm saying?
Shit man it's fucked up man
Rest in peace to to that nigga 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 bitch that drives a black impreza
You know I'm smoking on that herb
Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves
Screwed Up Click ain't never gon' switch
Nigga build a ditch for a motherfucker 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 nigga 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 fuck is top flight?
I'm only on the good, bitch 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
Nigga 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 bitch
You will die fucking with that Ro
He ain't never been a bitch 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 bitch with big ass
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 fucking tooth
In a fly murder 4 door of coof
Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread
I don't give a damn what you bitch niggas 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