Z-ro - Real (Chopped and Screwed) | Текст песни

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Текст песни Z-Ro - Real

feat. Kevo, Lil' O
(Chorus - 2x)
Come with me, ain't nothing changed I'm the same old g
Seem like it's my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill
La da da da da I'm real

(Z-Ro)
You can catch me flipping and sipping and smoking
Up in between the legs with doors wide open
We serious about our habits we never be choking
Catch us chain smoking and violently choking
Why don't you want to light up the blunt that's in your hand
I'll pat ya with the 4-4 that is for sure man
Ain't no more breaking a leaf ain't nothing but that dro man
Mess around and get too tipsey you'll be on the floor man
Walking up until I feel about as strong as four man
We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand
Remember back in the day I use to be a poor man
Now I'm gifted and sipping deadly with jewelry frozen

(Chorus - 2x)

(Lil' O)
Uh, they say I'm acting funny, they saying no strings
They saying no don't come around, nigga O's changed
Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain
Talking down on me them niggas still ain't having no change
See I don't really talk it, I just live it
I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it
Give a player the ball, he suppose to run with it
But these niggas rapping gossip like some dumb bitches
Like how he get that benz, how he get that dough
Yeah I got some bread, but want to get some more
See I went from grinding all in front the liqour store
To a made man, I'm top knotch liqour role
And you could do it too, this should inspire you
To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool
Before these streets fuck around and retire you
You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool

(Chorus - 2x)

(Kevo)
Mama say she hate game but can't avoid mine
She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe but hard dick and hard times
I'm the homicidal Hitchcock
A sex addict and a weave fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop
Cause I'm real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill
I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill, a million bucks
My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts
This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code
You can see it when I'm hauling in my load
My escallade all WORK no play
23 screens and eight 15's that's tucked away
So you can, keep watching me and
I'ma pop this e man
After ecstasy the desert eagle
Followed up with a solo performance from my hk to all ya people bitches

(Chorus - 2x)

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