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letra de no games - z-ro

i’m from missouri city texas, ridgemont to be exact
where you haters come, to get your wig stomped
and 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain’t coming
we all got glock 40’s, and let em thump
so before, i sell my soul
a n-gg- like me’ll do my whole sentence, with no parole
d-mn it i’m tired of falling short, everytime i set a goal
but if we get pulled over i’m gon claim what’s mine
ain’t gon try to act like i don’t know who it’s fo’
y’all n-gg-z be telling lies, straight up snitching
probably p-ss sitting down cause y’all women, with your make-up on switching
me i stand up on ten toes, won’t fall for nothing
f-ck a percentage i need the total, it’s all or nothing
i never ran from anybody, a coward i can’t be that
or get beat the f-ck up by one of these hoe -ss n-gg-z, i just can’t see that
i’m the king of the ghetto mayn, they call me z-ro
yeah it’s cool to take a picture, but don’t f-ck with me hoe cause uh

[hook:]
z-ro, don’t play no games-games
h-ll naw, i don’t play no games-games
stash spot for my burner, in my car do’ mayn-mayn
yeah i’m rapping, but i’m still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn

[z-ro:]
if you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty
since i love me how i am, one deep is how i gotta be
if ends don’t make his best friend, the victim of a robbery
so i don’t expect none of my people, to ride or die for me
i handle my own beef, i don’t need back-up
cause if they talking bout jumping me, i’m raising my gat up
see all i have in this world, is my b-lls and my pride
f-ck talking about you behind your back, i’m trying to see your eyes
then i say something, unlike these mark -ss n-gg-z because they stay b-mping
telling motherf-ckers they whip, but can’t afford to lay away something
and every bad b-tch come around, they swear they had em
but when they close enough to touch, n-gg-z won’t reach out and grab em
i ain’t never, had to lie on my poll
cause everytime it get swoll, i select something to fold and leave it swoll
hope she don’t try to go through my pockets, when i’m asleep though
yeah it’s cool to b-mp and grind, but don’t f-ck with me hoe cause uh

[hook]

[z-ro:]
i talk like and walk like, a gangsta my n-gg-
one in the chamber, in case i meet up with danger my n-gg-
you fail to plan, then you plan to fail
i plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales
i stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone
do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then i’m gone
instead of going to a mansion, i’m headed back to the block
it’s time to get the trap cracking, i move marijuana and crack rock
not saying that you’re bad, for saying i’m chasing cash
cause depending on rap money, i’d be broke and on my -ss
whatever i gotta do, to stay up on my feet
it’s a guarantee i’ma do it, until i see me deceased
now if you do some hoe sh-t in front of me, i’ma let you know
and if it hurts you to hear it, don’t come around a real n-gg- no mo’
take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to z-ro
yeah y’all can make motherf-cker feel guilty, but not me though

- z ro

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