Z-Ro, King Shaun - P.A.N. lyrics
[Z-Ro, King Shaun - P.A.N. lyrics]
Pussy ass niggaz, uh huh
Pussy ass niggaz, uh huh
Pussy-pussy ass niggaz, uh huh
Pussy ass niggaz, get a split up hat
I wish a pussy ass nigga, try to try me
Sixty minutes or less, homie gon' need a IV
I double dog dare ya
To stand your bad ass right by me
Cause, I'm calling all the shots today
No longer am I a YG reach out and touch ya
From seven cities away
Me I'm thinking of money
In seven cities a day
Two hundred on the dash
But this is a fo' do' homie
Imagine a fake ass nigga
Saying I know Ro homie
(can I borrow twenty dollars)
I ain't gon' lie I ain't got no do' on me
And I don't trust nan one of you women
That's why Z-Ro so lonely
But, I done stacked up so much money
I'm not gon' ever go hungry
And I'll set it off in this bitch
Pussy niggaz don't know me
H Town the stop, that's what I'm bout
In the club
Sipping on shit I can't pronounce
Donuts in the belly, she think it's a Porsche
In the drop, me and the top got a divorce
Never met a blonde stripper
That I ain't like
Arrogant as fuck, that what she like
Private flights
Head to Vegas catch the fight
Leave the same night
Boy they think I'm selling that white
King Shaun that new money
I do money run through money
Use dollar bills like toilet paper
I'm shitting on em doo doo money
Loud pack of that green
Blowing gas like a truck nigga
Me myself and Irene
Cause I don't fuck with these fuck niggaz ay
I don't be all up in your bidness
What the fuck you all in mine fa'
Respect that's what I demand
Bitch disrespect me and I'm gon' find ya
One minute you pumping your gas alone
Next minute I'm right behind ya
I can make it back to Mo City from anywhere
Because I'm a survivor
You pussy niggaz see me
Now you pussy niggaz don't
Guaranteed to squeeze the trigger
When you pussy niggaz won't
What you pussy niggaz want
Want me to be your keep it real coach
All pussy niggaz see opportunity
Everyday but y'all still roach
It's staring at ya right in your face
Well here's your scan right
I know you still breathing
And shit like that, but bro you dead right
Ro ain't gon' make it in the rap game
My nigga that's what you said right
And almost having no bread
Motivated me to get my bread right
Pussy ass niggaz, uh huh
Pussy-pussy ass niggaz, uh huh
Pussy ass niggaz, get a split up hat
I wish a pussy ass nigga, try to try me
Sixty minutes or less, homie gon' need a IV
I double dog dare ya
To stand your bad ass right by me
Cause, I'm calling all the shots today
No longer am I a YG reach out and touch ya
From seven cities away
Me I'm thinking of money
In seven cities a day
Two hundred on the dash
But this is a fo' do' homie
Imagine a fake ass nigga
Saying I know Ro homie
(can I borrow twenty dollars)
I ain't gon' lie I ain't got no do' on me
And I don't trust nan one of you women
That's why Z-Ro so lonely
But, I done stacked up so much money
I'm not gon' ever go hungry
And I'll set it off in this bitch
Pussy niggaz don't know me
H Town the stop, that's what I'm bout
In the club
Sipping on shit I can't pronounce
Donuts in the belly, she think it's a Porsche
In the drop, me and the top got a divorce
Never met a blonde stripper
That I ain't like
Arrogant as fuck, that what she like
Private flights
Head to Vegas catch the fight
Leave the same night
Boy they think I'm selling that white
King Shaun that new money
I do money run through money
Use dollar bills like toilet paper
I'm shitting on em doo doo money
Loud pack of that green
Blowing gas like a truck nigga
Me myself and Irene
Cause I don't fuck with these fuck niggaz ay
I don't be all up in your bidness
What the fuck you all in mine fa'
Respect that's what I demand
Bitch disrespect me and I'm gon' find ya
One minute you pumping your gas alone
Next minute I'm right behind ya
I can make it back to Mo City from anywhere
Because I'm a survivor
You pussy niggaz see me
Now you pussy niggaz don't
Guaranteed to squeeze the trigger
When you pussy niggaz won't
What you pussy niggaz want
Want me to be your keep it real coach
All pussy niggaz see opportunity
Everyday but y'all still roach
It's staring at ya right in your face
Well here's your scan right
I know you still breathing
And shit like that, but bro you dead right
Ro ain't gon' make it in the rap game
My nigga that's what you said right
And almost having no bread
Motivated me to get my bread right