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letra de too much patron - z-ro

[intro: z-ro]
uh

[verse 1: z-ro]
mo city, texas, i still represent it (still represent it)
i don’t come from a silver spoon, i slept in the trenches (slept in the trenches)
my enemies see me comin’, they hop over them fences (bye)
but i don’t wanna do ’em nothin’ ’cause black-on-black k!llin’ is senseless (haha)
just leave me alone, my n-gga (n-gga), this weed is so strong, my n-gga (n-gga)
stop tryna get close to me, milton gon’ put a big hole in your dome, my n-gga (back up)
can’t you see i’m on the phonе, my n-gga? (n-gga) sometimes i be in thе zone, my n-gga
big mello, big hawk, big moe, and dj screw, sometimes i wish they would’ve cloned my n-ggas (rip)
i got the sauce, that’s the reason i drip, b-tch, do what i say do, stop givin’ me lip
look, i never met a chick i couldn’t hit (uh-uh), and i never met a brick i couldn’t flip (uh-uh)
i’m smart, even though i could, i wouldn’t skip (stay in school), never pack a gun without an extra clip (yeah)
if the police behind me, i give ’em the slip (yeah), when they run my plate, it say five-deuce hoover crip (uh)

[chorus: jay da geniius & z-ro]
leave me alone, my n-gga
this weed is so strong, my n-gga
i’m just in the zone, my n-gga
hope i make it home, my n-gga
leave me alone, my n-gga
leave me alone, leave me alone
where is my phone, my n-gga?
where is my phone? where is my phone?
f-ck, i’m so gone, my n-gga
i’m so gone
too much patrón, my n-gga (yeah)
[verse 2: z-ro]
i remember i was stuck in the same spot, but feel like i’m runnin’ this game now (i’m runnin’ this game now)
i promote my album straight out of pocket, they ain’t gotta front me the change now (front me the change now)
used to love my n-ggas, they used to love me too, but i’m not feelin’ the same now (h-ll nah)
when i was broke, they wouldn’t open the door, i still would’ve been out in the rain now (it’s f-cked up)
i’m on the boulevard out here, sh-t’s so hard out here (sh-t’s so hard out here)
these n-ggas ain’t real, they fraud out here, these satan streets, ain’t no god out here (yeah)
all my n-ggas do is shoot at my n-ggas, they don’t wanna talk, it’s just war out here
i don’t care how many times they try to clean this sh-t up, it’s still f-ck the law out here (f-ck the police)
they televisin’ the revolution (yeah), black people protestin’, white people lootin’ (yeah)
right now, ain’t no bangin’, gangs are trucin’ (yeah), but every night, i know they still recruitin’ (h-ll yeah)
ain’t no love in they heart, they would rip you apart, i guess it’s all the powder they be tootin’ (powder they be tootin’)
i swear it’s like rip every ten minutes, that’s how many people we be losin’

[chorus: jay da geniius]
leave me alone, my n-gga
this weed is so strong, my n-gga
i’m just in the zone, my n-gga
hope i make it home, my n-gga
leave me alone, my n-gga
leave me alone, leave me alone
where is my phone, my n-gga?
where is my phone? where is my phone?
f-ck, i’m so gone, my n-gga
i’m so gone
too much patrón, my n-gga

- z ro

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