25 Lighters Lyrics By Z-Ro | Video Song

Artist/Band Name: Z-Ro

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Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Lyrics To 25 Lighters

Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto
Screwed Up Click soldier for life
Know what I’m talking about
Mo-City stand up in this muthafucka
Know what I’m saying
My nigga gardy in this bitch, what’s up my nigga
Huh, Side Out, that boy Harlem done touch ground
Hold up man, know what I’m saying redmofo for life
Redmond ridas nigga redmond hard heads
Huh, ya’ll feel me man, rest in peace to that nigga Goudy
That nigga LL man know what I’m saying
Shit man it’s fuck up man
Rest in peace to to that nigga E-mar
We going to hold it down you know what I’m talking about
And that’s Real Talk

25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir
Got a bad black bitch that drives a black Kompressor
You know I’m smoking on that herb
Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves
Screwed Up Click ain’t never going to switch
Nigga build a ditch for a mufucking snitch
Talking to the laws given up info
Catch me at the pad black lamp im smoking indo
Sipping on drank on a whole liter
This for nigga moe I got a nine millimeter
And a 4-5 I’m a keep it live
Do it in 08′ like in 95′
That was the year I made it clear
Wreckin on the microphone to get away from here
I’m reppin’ for the south with diamonds in my mouth
And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house
Shining so bright
Even in the night
Smoking on kush what the fuck is top flight
I’m only on the good bitch I wish you would
Keeping it all world ya’ll keeping it all hood
Trying to get paper pull another caper
Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper
Got to get my mill from my record sell
This time last year I was in a jail cell
Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call
Man I can’t wait till I get free cause I’m a ball
Put it in they face free my partner Grace
What’s up to that Loc what’s craccin cuzz I’m straight lase
What’s up to that Pokey
What’s up to that Woldy
Always kept it real never act like they ain’t know me
Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am
Back in the days signed with that x band
Me in effect in that Street Military
R I P Malik in they left ya in the cemetery
But it ain’t over chip on my shoulder
Catch me brand new candy blue range rover
Rollin to the end my skin is my sin
And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end
Gots to keep flowing I’m a keep it going
Back in 92′ I probably could kick your door in
Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down
I reppin’ for the South Side of that H-Town
Screwed Up Click until it’s over with
AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch
You will die fucking with that Ro
He ain’t never been a bitch he ain’t never been no hoe
Don’t know how to be a broad don’t know how to be a mark
I cut the bubbles on cause it just turn dark
Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash
Looking for a yellow bone bitch with big ass
I ain’t disrespecting just telling the truth
Ya’ll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth
I’m a go hard til I chip my fucking tooth
In a flying spur tha fo’do’ or a coupe
Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread
I don’t give a damn what you bitch niggas done said
Talking down on me cause I’m a get my spread
I ain’t tripping I’m in the kitchen whipping up a batch
Batch of them pies for all the time guys
Watching out for the FED they be in disguise
Looking like G looking like ballas
Looking like true money making shot callas
But them boys laws yeah that’s them folks
I ain’t tripping cause I know it’s hot on postoak
Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks
24/7 365 around the clock
I’m tryna to get paid stacking up my paper
I hit a lick then it’s time for me to lay low
In front of my screen on 360 playing Halo
Hoes’ll drop like it’s hot when ever I say so
Cause I’m the man diamond on my hand
Got big bass in the back of the blue van
It’s blue over gold the story been told
Benjamin franklin and andrew jaccson in my billfold
My flow is real cold I ain’t never been wack
And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques
They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog
Bun-B ride for that boy and make me proud
Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk
And who ever don’t like it keep my dick up in they mouth
I’m Screwed Up Click til they lay me in my casket
I ride around Houston with that plastic
Hand on my steel wood grain wheel
You can buy a Denali with the diamond on my grill
You can buy an apartment wit the diamonds on my wrist
And can’t nobody do it like me cause I do it like this
Aint never had love fa this
All I’m trying to really do is get rich
Trying to get my fucking bread baby
Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me
But I don’t give a damn nah I don’t give a fuck
Riding on draped up 26’s on my truck
Hell yeah bitch u kno they large
Got three foreign cars in my garage
I never sabotage my fucking career
Had to make it clear and I shed another tear
But nigga I’m real bumper and the grill
When I do my music it’s the music you can feel
Cause I’m just a G riding one deep
And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat
Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping
Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open
Fa these damn swangas cause they ain’t clacking
I’m rolling on 20 inch 4’s bitch what happening
Looking so fly I don’t smoke fry
Got to be a G till the day that I die
That’s my big homie boy thats Lil Ke
Boy you know I love you mane it’s you and me
In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw
And do it for the south and I’m a do it for you
And you going to do it for me it’s S.U.C.
Screwed Up Click until I D I E
Nigga don’t get me crunk watch me pop trunk
Smoking on kush ain’t never say skunk
Man I’m so throwed caught me in the zone
I don’t give a fuck about you calling on my phone
I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper
This the nigga Ro a taper fade with the clipper
I brought my partner for my partner Paul
About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall
Call that bitch Ro-Town and it’s gonna go down
A couple of day from now I got a show in your town
And I’m a get paid and I’m a get laid
And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed
On the doors nigga and on the side dog
And I ain’t scared I got jesus on my side dog
Hit the church house and then go work out
And after that you it’s time to pull the purp out
And I’m a roll one and I’m a smoke one
And I’m a roll one and I’m a smoke one
And I’m a roll one and I’m a smoke one
Now I’m out of my mind that’s what that smoke done
But I’m a maintain still in the same game
But only thing ain’t making the same change
I getting paid boy you better believe that
A grammy on my shelf I’m gon achieve that
Cause I can do it nigga even tho you say I can’t
But I don’t give a fuck about ya’ll I’m about my bank
I hope you feel that bitch look at you
If I peel ya wig back ain’t nobody going to be missing you
You a hoe nigga not a role nigga
Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga
More verses more mixtapes more shows nigga
And I ain’t ever at home I’m on the rode nigga
I’m chasing fedi baby ya’ll ain’t ready baby
Yeah I’m hemi like a motherfucking chevy baby
Or like a ford I’m built ford tough
Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff
I’m talking about that good got it from my man tho
Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe
Don’t run up on me if you don’t want to get shot
I’m a grab my remote and give it all that I got
Hold up man hold up man ya better bring that bitch bacc

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