Z-RO - I Found Me paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson I Found Me - Z-RO



Man fuck y'all
Nigga fuck all y'all
Fuck all these niggas and fuck all these hoes
If I needed a ride, I called on niggas
If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes
Not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out four door
And ain't got no mixed emotion, is a fa sho' thang
Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love
Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood
This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggas
Y'all just come around 'cause I got them drugs
When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone
And I'm scared to eat the last of the bread and the butter
Because after that, all the god damn bud gone
I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler
Mama said that it would it be days like this
But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this
Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this
Or click me a bitch nigga in the windpipe like this
That's right bitch, I'm a ignorant son of a bitch
And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones
To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks
I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode
And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
Finally, I found me (man, you hoe ass niggas...)
Man fuck, finally I found me (fuck all y'all)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (know what I'm sayin'?)
Man fuck, finally I found me (murder on every last one of you hoe ass niggas)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me
I used to be a cool cat
Now a victim of the blues cat
I got tired of motherfuckers taking a nigga for granted
All I got is my mind, I can't lose that
I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone
It ain't lost, 'cause I know where it's at
Just on another level than boys around here
For the paper stack, 'cause I'ma go where it's at
I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil' nigga)
Therefore some of y'all try to bo'gaurd
Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught late night
On the backstreets, hollin', "Oh Lord"
It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed
Because I don't give a damn no more
Niggas see 3D-2, and but hollin' out, "Fuck you hoes"
Finally, I found me
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed
I just peeped the game and these niggas be shife
Over the years, I seen a lot of niggas turn fake
Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase
You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang
Man, most of these niggas be around for the fame
It ain't no more love therefore, if you ain't kin
And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end
I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
And it don't mean a damn thang if I shake your hand
If I ain't too enthused and I got on a mean mask
You better stay on note 'cause I'll beat your ass
It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that
I think you better get back and shut the fuck up
'Fore you straight step off and get fucked up
Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro take nuts
So don't come around now bitch
When you showed everybody all kinds of love
And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care
How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone 'til I meet my death
Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too
And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too
It just took a little time for me to find myself
And that's why we getting rich off ourself (hell nah...)
Man fuck, finally I found me (I wanted a ride to the store, yes)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (man, you hoe ass nigga)
Man fuck, finally I found me (friends party, man)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (fuck all y'all)
Better watch your back and identify yourself
Nigga one mo' step and I'ma cock back every weapon
I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself
A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon' be felt
When I be dealing with a less than G individual
Nothing but a AK shot is gon' be felt
I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga
Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life
This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get
Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead
And I smoke one of these old busted up ass hoes
Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep
And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know
Coming around my neck of the woods is a no-no
'Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please
Everytime I open my mouth mo'fuckers would never believe
That's why a nigga trip a lil' bit with a razor blade
And the reason I wear long sleeves
Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help
I just want some, leave me alone
I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets
Bitch, just leave me to roam
Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn
If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing
Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me (man, I don't need...)
Man fuck, finally I found me (not one of you hoes)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (it's droppin' south)
Man fuck, finally I found me (fuck all y'all niggas)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (hoes, friends, all you hoe ass niggas)
Man fuck, finally I found me (I don't need not one of you motherfuckers)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (guess what?)
Man fuck, finally I found me (fuck all y'all)
Man fuck you hoes, I found me (suck a nigga dick and die, hoe)
This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro
The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying?
I ain't having that riff-raff man
I don't buy wolf tickets, you know I'm saying?
So send the hoes to another nigga, you feel me?
It's 2K1 bitch, forever
Screwed up Click
My niggas ain't going nowhere
Still chopping with Double D nigga
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Writer(s): Joseph Wayne Mcvey


Z-RO - Straight Profit
Album Straight Profit
date de sortie
16-08-2011




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