That's My Ni**a Fo Real (Explicit)-Young Zee

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歌手 : Young Zee
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:45

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TXT That's My Ni**a Fo Real (Explicit)-Young Zee 文本歌词

That's My Ni**a Fo Real (Explicit) - Young Zee
Uh Zee
I got weight in haze my customers' hoes sleep with me
We have small beef I still sell them O's for three fifty
They know in big beef I pop a hundred times
Be like roadkill I live n***a's brains on one and nines
And my down b***hes they be ready to kill
I be like chill they be like
That's my n***a for real yea uh huh
I'm from the Bricks we be like
That's my n***a for real yea young zee
All my n***as from the hood they be like
That's my n***a for real yea
B-boy you my n***a talk to 'em
Yo I don't give a f**k if we don't sell a record
We still gon' get this money in the Bricks
Spill it Zee
I'm like Santa Claus I deliver n***as grams a raw
Straight from Panama fiends eat it up like canavaugh
And my dimes disappear like magic wands
I sell 'em 'til the crack of dawn
And destroy every track I'm on
Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans
More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half a gram
What I get b-boy to drop your truck in the river
F**k some dough we be like
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
Yea jeah uh huh ha yea
Scarecrow what I'm trying to walk before I crawl
I want it all ever since
I came out of my mama's walls
I'm trying to make so much dough when I write a song
I can write 'em all why y'all clique
On the corner selling final calls
Yea n***as mad at us gladiators like Maximas we fabulous
While you fall off like Canibus's managers
My man Dee U keep the nina peelin'
Point 'em out and watch me serve 'em like Serena Williams
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
Zee need Buddha E-user beef pre Lugers
Spittin' from our PT cruisers
My tape don't drop I still got dough to make
Got little n***as on roller skates holding my coke and weight
Blow paper ho chaser dough raiser Joe Fraizer
Sixteen cellys and four pagers
Go hype up your squad that they might f**k with ours
I just light up cigars go by bikes trucks and cars
I got in Atlanta deep 'round the street ten grand a week
I give 'em one word to put your man to sleep
And I love my Jersey live b***hes
They'll leave a n***a face with thirty five stitches
They'll help my tie cinder blocks and push your kids
So deep in the ocean they'll see where octopuses live
Jeah this label deal is for Raz Pace and Chill
I know mad heads but still
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
That's my n***a for real
What
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