| They say success is the best revenge
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| That’s the reason I’m always on my grind
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| I promise to God, I ain’t got no paper to lend
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| Ya’ll motherfuckers must be out ya’ll mind
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| And I don’t really give a fuck if you be family or friend
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| I ain’t giving up one God damn dime
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| I’m leaving all you bitches behind
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| I’m leaving all you bitches behind, that’s right
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| Z-Ro the Crooked, King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don
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| That’s a hell of a man
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| And he ain’t trying to buy no wolf tickets either homie
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| So ain’t no use in selling em man
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| You damn right a hell of a hustle ain’t gon get you nothing but some hell of a
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| grands
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| No feeling like money in my hand
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| Money over bitches I know you understand, that’s right
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| I’m doing just fine, homie I don’t need no help
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| Especially when it comes to spending my wealth
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| I’m doing just fine, I’m one deep because I love myself
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| Envy and jealousy is bad for my health
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| I’m doing just fine, without you in my life
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| I don’t need you in my life, I don’t want you in my life
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| All I want, is the cash
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| All of ya’ll can kiss my ass
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| I’m still a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way
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| Frown on my face I’m holding my H.K.
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| Handling bidness digging ditches everyday hey
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| Still a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way
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| And I’m a be a real nigga til I’m old and grey
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| And the whole world wanna know just what I’ve got to say
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| S.U.C., until I D-I-E
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| That’s all I ever will be
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| I’m a keep holding it down, and doing this damn thing for my town
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| None of you bitches ain’t gotta come around
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| And it’s gon be like that till I’m in the ground that’s right
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| I use to have a love jones for this chick named Lisa
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| Now my love jones is for the Mastercard or the Visa
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| Ain’t no love in my heart, homie it’s col' like Keisha
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| Nine ounces in the door panel, a couple of mo' in the speaker
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| I get a ticket down in Texas, ain’t gon give em a reason
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| To put me in jail it’s even, and gone a couple of seasons
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| I’m trying to stack my paper taller than a great dane
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| Joseph Wayne McVey ain’t saving no bitches, cause he ain’t got a cape mayn
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| Bitch, you ain’t smoking my weed for free
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| And don’t offer me none of your raggedy booty, that ain’t nothing to me
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| And while ya’ll getting-getting some head, I’m getting-getting some bread
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| And while ya’ll fellas relaxing, I’ll be getting-getting ahead
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| Screwed Up Click until I die
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| Mayn I’m so high, I don’t think I can drive
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| That’s why I’m riding shotgun, with my shotgun
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| One nigga disrepect, and get your whole block done, done
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| Ha-ha, King of the Ghetto Entertainment
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| (Yeah, not on me) Rap-A-Lot Records in this bitch
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| (In my life), what it do Big Chief
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| What up J, what up all my niggaz in Mo City
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| We on our motherfucking own nigga, you know I’m saying
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| The down South shit nigga, Screwston Texas nigga (ay)
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| Al-motherfucking-ready (ay), heavy like a '57 Cheve (ayyyyaaaay)
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| Already going down country tunes, R.I.P. |
| Pimp
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| Still going down in the South, bitch yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doing Just Fine , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Cocaine (Screwed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп