Текст песни Doing Just Fine - Z-RO
Uh
They
say
success
is
the
best
revenge
That's
the
reason
I'm
always
on
my
grind
I
promise
to
God,
I
ain't
got
no
paper
to
lend
Y'all
motherfuckers
must
be
out
y'all
mind
And
I
don't
really
give
a
fuck
if
you
be
family
or
friend
I
ain't
giving
up
one
goddamn
dime
I'm
leaving
all
you
bitches
behind
I'm
leaving
all
you
bitches
behind,
that's
right
Z-Ro
the
Crooked,
King
of
the
Ghetto,
and
the
Mo
City
Don
That's
a
hell
of
a
man
And
he
ain't
trying
to
buy
no
wolf
tickets
either
homie
So
ain't
no
use
in
selling
'em,
man
You
damn
right,
a
hell
of
a
hustle
ain't
gon'
get
you
nothing
But
some
hell
of
a
grands
No
feeling
like
money
in
my
hand
(that's
right)
Money
over
bitches,
I
know
you
understand,
that's
right
(I'm
doing
just
fine)
homie
I
don't
need
no
help
Especially
when
it
comes,
to
spending
my
wealth
(I'm
doing
just
fine)
I'm
one
deep
because
I
love
myself
Envy
and
jealousy
is
bad
for
my
health
(I'm
doing
just
fine)
without
you
in
my
life
I
don't
need
you
in
my
life,
I
don't
want
you
in
my
life
All
I
want
is
the
cash
All
of
y'all
can
kiss
my
ass
I'm
still
a
gangsta,
pussy
niggas
better
stay
up
out
my
way
Frown
on
my
face,
I'm
holding
my
H.K
Handling
bidness,
digging
ditches
every
day,
hey
Still
a
gangsta,
pussy
niggas
better
stay
up
out
my
way
And
I'ma
be
a
real
nigga,
until
I'm
old
and
grey
And
the
whole
world
wanna
know,
just
what
I've
got
to
say
S.U.C.,
until
I
D-I-E
That's
all
I
ever
will
be
I'ma
keep
holding
it
down
And
doing
this
damn
thing
for
my
town
None
of
you
bitches
ain't
gotta
come
around
And
it's
gon'
be
like
that
'til
I'm
in
the
ground,
that's
right
(I'm
doing
just
fine)
homie
I
don't
need
no
help
Especially
when
it
comes,
to
spending
my
wealth
(I'm
doing
just
fine)
I'm
one
deep
because
I
love
myself
Envy
and
jealousy
is
bad
for
my
health
(I'm
doing
just
fine)
without
you
in
my
life
I
don't
need
you
in
my
life,
I
don't
want
you
in
my
life
All
I
want
is
the
cash
All
of
y'all
can
kiss
my
ass
I
use
to
have
a
love
jones
for
this
chick
named
Lisa
Now
my
love
jones
is
for
the
Mastercard
or
the
Visa
Ain't
no
love
in
my
heart,
homie
it's
Cole
like
Keisha
Nine
ounces
in
the
door
panel,
a
couple
of
mo'
in
the
speaker
I
get
a
ticket
down
in
Texas,
ain't
gon'
give
em
a
reason
To
put
me
in
jail
it's
even,
and
it's
gone
a
couple
of
seasons
I'm
trying
to
stack
my
paper
taller,
than
a
great
dane
Joseph
Wayne
McVey
ain't
saving
no
bitches
'Cause
he
ain't
got
a
cape,
man
Bitch,
you
ain't
smoking
my
weed
for
free
And
don't
offer
me
none
of
your
raggedy
booty
That
ain't
nothing
to
me
And
while
y'all
getting-getting
some
head
I'm
getting-getting
some
bread
And
while
y'all
fellas
relaxing,
I'll
be
getting-getting
ahead
Screwed
Up
Click,
until
I
die
Man
I'm
so
high,
I
don't
think
I
can
drive
That's
why
I'm
riding
shotgun,
with
my
shotgun
One
niggas
disrepect
can
get
your
whole
block
done,
done
Ha-ha,
King
of
the
Ghetto
Entertainment
(Yeah,
not
on
me)
Rap-A-Lot
records
in
this
bitch
(In
my
life)
what
it
do
Big
Chief?
What
up
J,
what
up
all
my
niggas
in
Mo
City?
We
on
our
motherfucking
own
nigga,
you
know
I'm
saying?
The
down
South
shit
nigga,
Screwston
Texas
nigga
(ay)
Al-motherfucking-ready
(ay)
Heavy
like
a
'57
Cheve
(ay)
Already
going
down
country
tunes,
R.I.P.
Pimp
Still
going
down
in
the
South,
bitch
yeah
1 Intro
2 One Two
3 Don't Worry Bout Mine
4 Don't Worry Bout Mine
5 Type of Ni**a I Am
6 Quarterback Vision
7 I Don't Give a Damn
8 Bottom to the Top
9 Bottom to the Top
10 Can't Leave Drank Alone
11 Can't Leave Drank Alone
12 Doing Just Fine
13 Southside
14 Southside
15 Haters Got Me Wrong
16 Haters Got Me Wrong
17 On My Grind
18 Shotta
19 Thank You
20 Thank You
21 But
22 Tha Police
23 Tha Police
24 Bring My Mail
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