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  • Текст песни Z-Ro - Always

    Исполнитель: Z-Ro
    Название песни: Always
    Дата добавления: 31.12.2023 | 03:18:23
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    Look, I woke up in this bitch like haah
    We some trill niggas
    In a gang of paper like haah
    Hand full of gold and purple and it
    Ain't the Lakers like boy
    Playa shit, now your girl she boppin'
    When you drunk and start to
    Think your party poppin'
    Imma pick and roll
    It look like Karl and Stockton
    From the town of hustle like Hardwood
    All the hoes we passin
    Every car gets choppin'
    If you talkin' bars
    Then I'm the hardest out here
    Shit yo favorite artist like a porta pottie
    And these rap niggas so fake to me
    You niggas make believe
    You niggas can't compete
    I'm gettin' paid to speak
    You niggas pay your fees
    That's some minor shit
    Hoe this the major league bitch nigga, I
    Born to lose but I'm raised to win
    Bitch nigga, I
    When you trill mane, you just can't pretend
    Bitch nigga, I
    Bad hoes, got em chest to chest
    But I'm about my paper
    I ain't payin for sex
    I just want the head, I'm like Professor X
    Only UGK shit can bless the deck
    I'm Big Steve for real, I resurrect the best
    Never sold a drug but took my show money
    Let my partna flip it
    Call it stretch a check
    And all these haters talk shit
    But they don't damage none
    Hiram Clarke I really never plan to run
    Started with a little tryna manage crumbs
    Now I'm a 6 figure nigga still
    I am the one like

    Wish they would try to step on my shoes
    Bitch I'm worth too much money
    Hoe you got me confused
    With some other guy, bitch that ain't me
    Bitch you can get this dick
    But conversation ain't free

    Trill niggas from the city
    Represent it all day
    On a hustle for that paper bitch
    We bout that all day
    Drop that top we pop that trunk we
    Hit that spot we shut it down
    Niggas know we bout to kill it
    Every time we come around

    Uh i pulled up in that 4 door Bentley but
    I pulled off in a 2 seater
    Yeah I started my career with a nigga named
    Ended up with a nigga named
    New NWA around here who got
    Something to say around here
    A lotta people inviting me but
    That young nigga Propain
    The only one that got
    Joseph McVey around here
    I went HAM last year
    This year I'm goin filet another $100
    000 that's where I'm going today
    Yeah the cameras flashin'
    They tryna see me and my people but
    You and yo hoe in the way
    I go in, then I go hard when I'm in there
    I take it where these other rappers can't
    My nigga I'm the God Rapper
    Do you really think I give a
    Fuck what these other rapper think
    Rappers bookin' shows now cause they ain't
    Got no more rap money
    I appreciate that deposit chief
    You know you ain't gettin'
    That fact from me
    Fuckin' right, imma go to another club
    If another club got that 10 racks for me
    If it's beef my nigga just come to Mo City
    Get out ya shit and just ask for me
    I'm a Houston Rocket, a Houston Texan
    A Houston Astro and all that
    I'm a Houston gangsta, if you ain't gangsta
    When you come to Houston better fall back
    Better stay on Post Oak, the friendly end
    Over the Belt Way ain't no friendly men
    Salute all my people that's in the pen
    When Pharaoh come home put him in a Benz

    Wish they would try to step on my shoes
    Bitch I'm worth too much money
    Hoe you got me confused
    With some other guy, bitch that ain't me
    Bitch you can get this dick
    But conversation ain't free

    Trill niggas from the city
    Represent it all day
    On a hustle for that paper bitch
    We bout that all day
    Drop that top we pop that trunk we
    Hit that spot we shut it down
    Niggas know we bout to kill it
    Every time we come around

    Yeah man you know I can recall vividly man
    Standin' on that corner man, you know
    Herschelwood and Windemere
    Hand full of rocks man
    Maybe 40 or 50 dollars worth of rocks man
    And I can remember man Corey
    Blount and Quincy and Bubba
    And Stick comin' thru in them slants
    Red on white, 4's, bumpin, kit's, grills
    You know the real red outta Ike
    You know, I'm talkin' bout 30
    40 thousand dollars worth of slab
    And here you are with 50
    60 dollars worth of rocks in your hand man
    It seemed so far away man
    It seemed like we'd never make it
    Yeah, I remember those girls man
    Standin' out in front of the
    High school at Jones man
    And, we'd walk out and ask em
    For their phone numbers man
    And they're lookin' at us like
    You know like we had a
    Pile of shit on us or something at the time
    You know
    And Blount and them just comin' thru man
    And all this was based on slab man, and
    That's when slab really meant
    Something you know
    Казалось, что мы никогда этого не сделаем
    Да, я помню этих девушек, чувак.
    Стою перед
    Средняя школа в Джонсе, чувак
    И мы выходили и спрашивали их.
    За их номера телефонов, чувак.
    И они смотрят на нас как
    Знаешь, как будто у нас был
    Куча дерьма на нас или что-то в то время
    Ты знаешь
    И Блаунт и они просто проходят через чувака.
    И все это основывалось на плитовом человеке, и
    Вот тогда плита действительно имела в виду
    Что-то ты знаешь

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