Z-Ro - Keep Shining lyrics
[Z-Ro - Keep Shining lyrics]
Yeah, yeah you know us, rings on top of rings
Chains on top of chains
Don't watch us watch the watches
King Tut status haha, Mob Style Music
King of Da Ghetto Entertainment
Chris Wizzard z-Ro the Mo City Don, yeah
Shine shine shine shine
It seem like that's all I do
Nothing but money on my mind mind mind
I won't except a million bucks
If I can get two
I think I'ma let my top back
Let the sun on in, see me riding
I'm a motherfucking gangsta
You ain't gon' ever see me hiding
Let's see fifteen around my left
Twenty eight around my right
Fifty more around my neck and
Eight around my finger, i am a light
King George that's the homie
King Johnny that's the homie
Everytime I come around
They like that's Z-Ro that's the homie
When I come out I'ma be shining
Harder than when I went in i'm glowing
Now all I gotta do is rolling and po'ing
Keep shining
King Johnny I need another piece
And chain in my life keep shining
Most people addicted to drugs me
I'm addicted to ice
Keep shining, VIP i never stand in a line
Keep on shining
Like sunlight dipped in chrome shining
Like sunlight dipped in chrome
Fuck the straight my swag on the scene
Like it's a symphony
Flash my rocks across the screens
Like Pimp C it's the pimp in me
Kids love the style
I ain't lying ask Timothy
He'll tell ya mama let C wigga play
There'll be no simp in me
Drankie Mulla Frankie Mulla
Why you think you cooler
Ice nice and when all the lights on
It can't be cooler
That ain't no real bright
Than why you got a janky jeweler
You can't smell drank on my breath
Cause of that stanky fooler
Sports car no sports bra, for the sports bar
This what you think we got in the back
The way we po' up bar
Promethazine'ing gangsta leaning, hella-clean
Diamonds blinging felony fresh
You misdemeaning
I'm feeling so fly
I'm standing outside in my Polo Ro
Man and horse from head to toe
I ain't got nothing but Polo on
This beat so jamming I said to myself
Self this one you should go solo on
But Chris Ward is a
Brother from another mother
So I'ma put my lil' bro-bro on
Damn King Johnny, I can't see no mo'
Everytime the sun reflect off my watch
Vision will be no mo'
And that shit in the middle
Of the mall ain't glowing
Quite like these hoes glow
They can sell that trash to you
But I bet they can't sell it to Z-Ro though
I rock them blue and them yellow diamonds
And that old school gold that's
Right that old shit
I ain't gotta be out in the sun either
My shit shine at fo' in the morning
If I want it then I don't
Give a damn what it cost
I'm just gon' get it
Real ice is almost like real ice
I can keep my drink cold with it
Chains on top of chains
Don't watch us watch the watches
King Tut status haha, Mob Style Music
King of Da Ghetto Entertainment
Chris Wizzard z-Ro the Mo City Don, yeah
Shine shine shine shine
It seem like that's all I do
Nothing but money on my mind mind mind
I won't except a million bucks
If I can get two
I think I'ma let my top back
Let the sun on in, see me riding
I'm a motherfucking gangsta
You ain't gon' ever see me hiding
Let's see fifteen around my left
Twenty eight around my right
Fifty more around my neck and
Eight around my finger, i am a light
King George that's the homie
King Johnny that's the homie
Everytime I come around
They like that's Z-Ro that's the homie
When I come out I'ma be shining
Harder than when I went in i'm glowing
Now all I gotta do is rolling and po'ing
Keep shining
King Johnny I need another piece
And chain in my life keep shining
Most people addicted to drugs me
I'm addicted to ice
Keep shining, VIP i never stand in a line
Keep on shining
Like sunlight dipped in chrome shining
Like sunlight dipped in chrome
Fuck the straight my swag on the scene
Like it's a symphony
Flash my rocks across the screens
Like Pimp C it's the pimp in me
Kids love the style
I ain't lying ask Timothy
He'll tell ya mama let C wigga play
There'll be no simp in me
Drankie Mulla Frankie Mulla
Why you think you cooler
Ice nice and when all the lights on
It can't be cooler
That ain't no real bright
Than why you got a janky jeweler
You can't smell drank on my breath
Cause of that stanky fooler
Sports car no sports bra, for the sports bar
This what you think we got in the back
The way we po' up bar
Promethazine'ing gangsta leaning, hella-clean
Diamonds blinging felony fresh
You misdemeaning
I'm feeling so fly
I'm standing outside in my Polo Ro
Man and horse from head to toe
I ain't got nothing but Polo on
This beat so jamming I said to myself
Self this one you should go solo on
But Chris Ward is a
Brother from another mother
So I'ma put my lil' bro-bro on
Damn King Johnny, I can't see no mo'
Everytime the sun reflect off my watch
Vision will be no mo'
And that shit in the middle
Of the mall ain't glowing
Quite like these hoes glow
They can sell that trash to you
But I bet they can't sell it to Z-Ro though
I rock them blue and them yellow diamonds
And that old school gold that's
Right that old shit
I ain't gotta be out in the sun either
My shit shine at fo' in the morning
If I want it then I don't
Give a damn what it cost
I'm just gon' get it
Real ice is almost like real ice
I can keep my drink cold with it