Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Just Wanna Say, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Angel Dust, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
I Just Wanna Say |
I just wanna say fuck you |
For all the bitch ass shit you do |
Don’t won’t me and my people to come thru |
Dressed in all black |
We came here to handle that, so where the fuck ya’ll niggas at |
I just wanna say fuck you |
For all the bitch ass shit you do |
Don’t won’t me and my people to come thru |
Dressed in all black |
We came here to handle that, so where ya’ll coward asses at |
Use to be my homie, but you stole from me like you didn’t know me |
With friends like you-now wonder I don’t have homies |
'Cause I was down like four flats without a jack for ya |
Instead of robbin ya enemy-you attacted ya brother |
Now go run and tell all ya people that I’m actin' funny |
Don’t forget to tell 'em what you stole-that's that gas money |
I would’ve took a bullet for you bro-but fuck you though |
Nowadays niggas ain’t shit, but ya’ll already know |
I can do bad on my own |
But when I’m earnin' I’m one deep I get my cash on my own |
I don’t need no assistance-keep a creese in my slacks |
Only teflon bullets, and all the pistols I pack |
Crispy highs in the front, big ole bang in the back |
Grape cigerillo blunt, big ole buds in the sack |
Screw blue candy paint-tell me what’s fuckin wit' that |
I don’t trust none of my people-keep my hands on my strap |
Straight like that… |
Don’t want no woman-I would rather be a gigilo |
No feelings involved, call me Mr. hit that hoe |
She got it twisted, cause I’ll be damned if I kiss that hoe |
Mo City, Texas and we be damned if we don’t get that dough |
Lookin so fly, homie-my gators have eyes |
I bet I won’t ride in it, if it ain’t been customized |
Twenty-thousand worth of all these diamonds in my mouth |
And he do my tats-I get my shit done at the house |
Fuck waitin in a line-cause I’m in my own lane |
Ya’ll keep doin what ya’ll doin, I’ll do my own thing |
I’m ahead of the game, might as well be the coach |
Shootin' spiders off that glass-so I’m rollin' on fo’s |
Homie it’s so much smoke, I can reach out and touch it |
I’m high then a bitch but always on my note in-public |
I do what I do to get paid, most my people love it |
With my niggas spendin' whatever I want, you better not touch it |
I’m hustlin… |