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Z Ro Talkin Down On Me

through your thigh, second ones a chest blast I done lucked you out now [Z-Ro] Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back Talk down on me in front of me

through your thigh, second ones a chest blast I done lucked you out now [Z-Ro] Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back Talk down on me in front of me

through your thigh, second ones a chest blast I done lucked you out now [Z-Ro] Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back Talk down on me in front of me

-talamatoda, Big swangers on my Roder So they talking about my money in the city like promoters [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-Ro] I'm done so my criminal record

[Verse 1: Z-Ro] Uhh... I'm already living my dream but I remember when it was a vision to me to see myself on top and spending some cheese comin from

purple purple stuff Talking about that cush got it from the band tho Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe Don't run up on me if you don't

packers and jackers, and bad ass bitches on the track Everybody you come across, trying to stack stacks It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down

got a problem you'll know [Z-Ro:] I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, hold a baretta down Laws already hate

play me close, cause them don't know me Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me But