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Z-RO( Joseph Wayne McVey IV )
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Owe You Niggaz Shit
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They like:What ya doing? Why ya still here? I'm like a pistol rap, damn bitch I live here Forgot about trends, I sit and shit, I did here This grown man music, you popular with the kids here Yeah, I put on like Jeezy 'nem If they help me put on, ya know I'm feedin' them If they roaching, you would never ever see me with them And if I tell her, 'Come with me!', you know she leaving him I'm just saying, look, I got it like that Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it right back If you got some bitch up in ya, I'ma spot it like that If the bag ain't heavy, well, then it's not the right bag, yeah
Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine Always tryna act like it's not my time Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? They might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What ya want, homie? I don't owe shit, bitch Bet ya never got told 'No' this quick (Hell nah) Now, ya mad at me, huh? I'm on ya shit list Do it then, and what you get is this foot and this fist See you in the kitchen, he just sealing the deal I'm in my home, countin' money, it's a million for real I'm a boss, but I hustle like I'm still in the field If I say 'Fuck you!', I ain't playing, bitch, the feeling is real 'Cause I'm swimming pool cool, I don't trip like that You gon' make a nigga empty out a clip like that You don't want a see that body bag zipped like that Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com What I'm repping? Screwed Up Click, Hoover Crip like that
Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine Always tryna act like it's not my time Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? They might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
They asking Johnny what I spent on my chain And how many karats, what kind of diamonds in this ring Did he make payments or did he drop all the change? Probably wanna know if I wear Polo drawers or Hanes Would ya look at that house? I know he ain't doing bad 'Can I get a hundred dollars?' They see me, that's what they ask Smell like some Reggie, they see me, that's what they pass I be like, 'Damn, y'all must really be doing bad!' But that ain't my bidness, I got shit to do You already know I ain't giving shit to you And to my money, baby, I ain't really into you Drop you off and go get money, that's what I'm fin to do
Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine Always tryna act like it's not my time Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? They might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind
I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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