Z-Ro - See Me Now lyrics
[Z-Ro - See Me Now lyrics]
I be damned if my haters see me nw
I wish all of my haters could see me now
What would they say if they
Saw all of these rooms
So many shoeboxes but inside
There ain't shoes
Who give a damn what a hater say
I gotta be in the hood
Just to hear 'em anyway
Wonder how it feels every day talking shit
About someone who ain't even know you exist
Uh
No ice is on me the day is in my styrofoam
Bitch stop talking to me cause
My mind is gone
And I got lose in one of these hallways
Damn right it's my residence but I been
Searching for my room all day
White on white on white, that's that boy Z-Ro
You can buy a verse from him
Or you can buy a kilo
Damn right I'm a rapper but I can
Get you what you need though
I don't fuck with none of these niggas
Cause all of these niggas is "he-hoes"
Ain't worried about no hoes nigga
In case you didn't get the
Memory I'm a gold rimmer
It's the new king and the boss we the new UGK
We touch down and cause hell
Just like Lil' Boosie say
Stephen Realberg my iPhone got
So many movies mane
Shoutout to all the niggas that only go
To Onix for "Two Dollar Tuesday" mane uh
We be smoking Khalifa
Since 2002 I ain't seen no regular reefer
Uh ever since I said I won't go bow down
The seven millimeter stay on me new
Faces on my route now
I don’t give a fuck about a cease and desist
All my shit comin' out now
Barrett M82 big bad wolf I
Blow your house down (haha)
Shoutout to Kirko he the young don
My nigga Key Key be looking at
Kirko like he the young son
DJ Screw be screwing a pick
Were shit she come from
We ain't low no more they
Banging this shit in London
We turn up with DJ Ill
We spin those records plus turn
Up with DJ Ill
Y'all niggas ought to know by now
V Life bitch you strippers ought
To know by now
You hoes don't have to feel me
But, if I ever sell my soul you
Hoes gonn' have to kill me
I see you talking lil bro but
I see that you talking funny
I can't understand your
Language Douglas cause all I talk is money
Yeah titty Picture Gram aka Kimbro Slates
Uh, just sending some love to
All my haters worldwide
To all my haters fuck you and whoever
You send cards to every holiday
Fuck you and whoever you love
The most and fuck
Whoever you lay next to every night nigga
And that's coming straight from my
Christian heart you dig?
Screwed Up Click for life yeah
I wish all of my haters could see me now
What would they say if they
Saw all of these rooms
So many shoeboxes but inside
There ain't shoes
Who give a damn what a hater say
I gotta be in the hood
Just to hear 'em anyway
Wonder how it feels every day talking shit
About someone who ain't even know you exist
Uh
No ice is on me the day is in my styrofoam
Bitch stop talking to me cause
My mind is gone
And I got lose in one of these hallways
Damn right it's my residence but I been
Searching for my room all day
White on white on white, that's that boy Z-Ro
You can buy a verse from him
Or you can buy a kilo
Damn right I'm a rapper but I can
Get you what you need though
I don't fuck with none of these niggas
Cause all of these niggas is "he-hoes"
Ain't worried about no hoes nigga
In case you didn't get the
Memory I'm a gold rimmer
It's the new king and the boss we the new UGK
We touch down and cause hell
Just like Lil' Boosie say
Stephen Realberg my iPhone got
So many movies mane
Shoutout to all the niggas that only go
To Onix for "Two Dollar Tuesday" mane uh
We be smoking Khalifa
Since 2002 I ain't seen no regular reefer
Uh ever since I said I won't go bow down
The seven millimeter stay on me new
Faces on my route now
I don’t give a fuck about a cease and desist
All my shit comin' out now
Barrett M82 big bad wolf I
Blow your house down (haha)
Shoutout to Kirko he the young don
My nigga Key Key be looking at
Kirko like he the young son
DJ Screw be screwing a pick
Were shit she come from
We ain't low no more they
Banging this shit in London
We turn up with DJ Ill
We spin those records plus turn
Up with DJ Ill
Y'all niggas ought to know by now
V Life bitch you strippers ought
To know by now
You hoes don't have to feel me
But, if I ever sell my soul you
Hoes gonn' have to kill me
I see you talking lil bro but
I see that you talking funny
I can't understand your
Language Douglas cause all I talk is money
Yeah titty Picture Gram aka Kimbro Slates
Uh, just sending some love to
All my haters worldwide
To all my haters fuck you and whoever
You send cards to every holiday
Fuck you and whoever you love
The most and fuck
Whoever you lay next to every night nigga
And that's coming straight from my
Christian heart you dig?
Screwed Up Click for life yeah