Z-Ro - Look Good lyrics
[Z-Ro - Look Good lyrics]
What’s crackin ho yeah you bitch
Yeah this the same nigga that’ll sell blood
To a bitch on her period, ya dig
Rother Vandross hold up touch keep your
Mother fucking hands off
Teddy Pinchagram what they got
Me on the weekend
Well if you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
And that’s impossible bitch cuz I'm stunning
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Now we don’t look good, that’s right
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Now we don’t look good, that’s right
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
I don’t love you
Matter of fact I don’t ever think of you
I can think of better shit for me to do
Like chasing a million dollars with
My mother fucking crew
I miss my nigga DJ screw
Thirty miles per hour on the freeway fool
Leaning like we needed VA
But, I always kept my eyes open
To make sure we straight
Now Im the Mo City Don i got my crown homie
Watch your mouth unless you
Wanna be underground homie
If this your bitch come get her cuz
Once I set her down homie
Then your bitch gone be my bitch all
You can do is frown homie
We can handle this like men or
Get in to gangster shit
Five deuce Hoover crip down right
I’m a gangster bitch
Lips, hips and finger tips
Make a gangster rich
All these yellow, blue and
Black diamonds I’ve sold, thank you bitch
All I want is the money you can keep the rest
Don’t give a damn about which one
Of ya'll freak the best
Don’t want it in public don’t
Even want no secret sex
Cash only bitch you fired if you
Try to give me a check, yeah
My blood homie wanna red bitch
My loc homie wanna go fed
With that head bitch
Me I want a go get it and
Come back with the bread bitch
She want your credit card fuck
Your bracelet and your necklace
But she’ll rob for that too
If you leave it out
She’s a real prostitute her pussy
She just leave it out
Bottom line my ho ain't trying
To see me without
I think there’s paper round that corner
Ho go peep it out but, I don’t love her
I love what she done for me
Told the pimp police she my sister
And hid my guns for me
She’ll shoot it out with me if
My enemies come for me
Bottom bitch get what she want long as
She get the funds for me, ya dig
Homie got you walking in some white girl
Fuck with me I’ll have ya looking
Like one of the Spice Girls
Ya dead with that nigga with
Me your living life girl
Chunk homie the deuces
It’s time to get it right girl
That ain't a thousand dollar
Bag that’s a backpack
No gorilla pimping ain't gunna do
You like Kat Stacks
That ain't a group of bad
Bitches that’s a rat pack
Leave the broke ho’s where they at
And go bring a stack back
Just don’t be kissing on me find
A trick and kiss him
If a bitch paying you take her
Pussy lips and lick them
A lot diamonds in his watch but his wrist dim
You should fuck with me I’m really pimping
Chilling with my broad and you already know
When homie I don’t love her
You can have that ho
If you paying her money she’s
Coming through your front door
Then it’s back to the south
She see Z-Ro and shes giving me all the doe
Yeah this the same nigga that’ll sell blood
To a bitch on her period, ya dig
Rother Vandross hold up touch keep your
Mother fucking hands off
Teddy Pinchagram what they got
Me on the weekend
Well if you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
And that’s impossible bitch cuz I'm stunning
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Now we don’t look good, that’s right
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Now we don’t look good, that’s right
If you don’t look good
Then I don’t look good
Bitch you better bring me my cheese
I don’t love you
Matter of fact I don’t ever think of you
I can think of better shit for me to do
Like chasing a million dollars with
My mother fucking crew
I miss my nigga DJ screw
Thirty miles per hour on the freeway fool
Leaning like we needed VA
But, I always kept my eyes open
To make sure we straight
Now Im the Mo City Don i got my crown homie
Watch your mouth unless you
Wanna be underground homie
If this your bitch come get her cuz
Once I set her down homie
Then your bitch gone be my bitch all
You can do is frown homie
We can handle this like men or
Get in to gangster shit
Five deuce Hoover crip down right
I’m a gangster bitch
Lips, hips and finger tips
Make a gangster rich
All these yellow, blue and
Black diamonds I’ve sold, thank you bitch
All I want is the money you can keep the rest
Don’t give a damn about which one
Of ya'll freak the best
Don’t want it in public don’t
Even want no secret sex
Cash only bitch you fired if you
Try to give me a check, yeah
My blood homie wanna red bitch
My loc homie wanna go fed
With that head bitch
Me I want a go get it and
Come back with the bread bitch
She want your credit card fuck
Your bracelet and your necklace
But she’ll rob for that too
If you leave it out
She’s a real prostitute her pussy
She just leave it out
Bottom line my ho ain't trying
To see me without
I think there’s paper round that corner
Ho go peep it out but, I don’t love her
I love what she done for me
Told the pimp police she my sister
And hid my guns for me
She’ll shoot it out with me if
My enemies come for me
Bottom bitch get what she want long as
She get the funds for me, ya dig
Homie got you walking in some white girl
Fuck with me I’ll have ya looking
Like one of the Spice Girls
Ya dead with that nigga with
Me your living life girl
Chunk homie the deuces
It’s time to get it right girl
That ain't a thousand dollar
Bag that’s a backpack
No gorilla pimping ain't gunna do
You like Kat Stacks
That ain't a group of bad
Bitches that’s a rat pack
Leave the broke ho’s where they at
And go bring a stack back
Just don’t be kissing on me find
A trick and kiss him
If a bitch paying you take her
Pussy lips and lick them
A lot diamonds in his watch but his wrist dim
You should fuck with me I’m really pimping
Chilling with my broad and you already know
When homie I don’t love her
You can have that ho
If you paying her money she’s
Coming through your front door
Then it’s back to the south
She see Z-Ro and shes giving me all the doe