a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

i feel good - z-ro lyrics

[intro: z-ro]
hold up mayne..
you nawmsayin?
what up to that boy pusha t
i know you f-cking with me mayne, showing you some love back you nawmsayin

[verse 1: z-ro]
hold up
i feel good, doing this sh-t for my hood
you ain’t got to show no love
cause i’m a mothaf-cking thug
and i can buy my own drugs
i don’t need help
so guess what, i’ma help myself
hit the dopeman and buy my sack
hit the weedman and buy my pack
straight like that, never will [?]
it’s the n-gga ro, i’m holding my d-ck bone
free my n-gga michael corleone
let him come home, so he can ride chrome
mayne, let a n-gga just go off
going so hard, i never go soft
i’m my own boss, i’m the employer
n-gga like me, i’ve payed my lawyer
like tom sawyer, keep my [?] up
drink my cup till it’s empty then refill it up
n-gga fell off but i brought it right back
bet i’d put a hole in your mothaf-cking head
i don’t give a f-ck about n-gga none of y’all
if all y’all bumping, i murder everyone of y’all
ain’t no thing, like a chicken wing
coming down fondren, right on main
maybe hillcroft, i’ma pop a pill
higher than a mountain top, higher than a hill
what the f-ck you feel, houston, texas
no love for plexers, wear my vest to breakfast
always mean, never ever happy
how do i get my money? i get it snappy
n-gga like rotha, relvis, it’s silly d
n-gga i don’t give a f-ck if you ain’t feeling me
cause, i represent the mo
everybody at the barbershop ain’t no ho
showing much love, never been a scrub
n-gga i’ma crip and my n-gga is a blood
straight like that, it ain’t no beefing
a million mothaf-cking dollars ho, that’s what we seeking
and we going get it, then we going split it
a bad bad b-tch, i bet a hundred i’d hit it
b-tch i ain’t a ho, never been a trick
i’ma tell you one time, raise up off the d-ck
what up screwed up cl!ck, that’s my fam
and the master kush, i got a thousand grams
talking about bags, talking about sacks
screw blue candy paint homie on the back, and the front, and the side, and the doors
and leave a n-gga frozen
he’s all outlined in chalk, about to be going
to another mothaf-cking place, cause i put the bullet in his mothaf-cking face
free my n-gga pharoah, and free my n-gga grace
it’s the n-gga ro, and my flow is straight laced
slowing my pace, i’ma win the race
n-gga like rother vandross, i got sp-ce
i’m talking about outer, pluto, and neptune
it’s the n-gga ro, i ain’t the one you wanna step to
out on mars, f-cking yellow stars
plenty yellow brauds, plenty cars
plenty plenty clothes, plenty flows
i hit the chase bank i got plenty dough
n-gga and i bet that, and the candy i’ma wet that
pull out the calico, beware b-tch get that..

- z ro lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular