Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Had Love , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never Had Love |
| Bitch, what you say hoe |
| I don’t love your dog ass bitch |
| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money |
| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere |
| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there |
| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money |
| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself |
| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself |
| My first diss song that, yeah that use to be me |
| Every Sunday morning, and every Wednesday night I would be |
| At Crestmont Church of Christ, just my daddy and me |
| But I know he didn’t love me, because I was raised by the streets |
| Never took the time to teach me, bout the birds and the bees |
| Don’t even know if he was proud of me, for making A’s and B’s |
| West Fewquay and Ridgevan, made me a man |
| Took my first onion rocked it up, and I made me a grand |
| Seventeen years ago is just like yesterday, I remember it well |
| Young nigga going to school, working hustling |
| And living on the street, I was going through hell |
| And I’ve got no regrets, but I’m not finished yet |
| I know I’ve come along way, but it’s so far to go |
| And since, ain’t none of y’all motherfuckers helped Z-Ro |
| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money |
| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere |
| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there |
| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money |
| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself |
| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself |
| Y’all already know what, they want from me |
| Simply to see me B-R-O-K-E, and D-E-A-D |
| I can’t escape the H-A-T-E |
| My baby mamas make me wanna just, squeeze the trigger |
| Feeling like the world, don’t need me nigga |
| Seem like none of my daughters, hardly see me nigga |
| I’m sorry baby, you know your daddy crazy |
| Seem like your mama’s always, got a problem with Ro |
| I done put up with it long enough, I ain’t gon' take it no mo' |
| If I’m not appreciated, it’s time for me to go |
| I’d rather they file child support, I’ma just send the dough |
| Time is passing by, and I ain’t even there to see you grow |
| Life is hard but it’s fair, and I promise I’ma be there but uh |
| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money |
| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere |
| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there |
| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money |
| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself |
| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself |
| I’m laughing at y’all bitch niggas, like ah-ha |
| Mad at me, 'cause I’m in a Bentley when I slide by |
| Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacob, Gucci or Prada |
| Nobody but me, cuts slices out of my pie |
| I’m riding dirty, but my ride so clean |
| Like a pamper full of baby shit, and Irish Spring |
| Bitch, you ain’t nothing but a greasy split |
| Paying me money, the only way you can please me bitch |
| I’m a walking talking ass whipping, I’m the squab father |
| If it’s mo' than one nigga, that’s when I squab harder |
| Somebody need to be murdered, I got a job offer |
| I got that concrete, these other boy’s hard softer |
| My bitch get off the plane, you can get that hard off her |
| You could get that bottom, and that head bob off her |
| Before I love a bitch, I’m shopping for shoes |
| And all the bitch bread is mine, but the cock is for you ya trick |
| I never had love for a bitch, I’m about my money |
| Even if they murder me, I ain’t going nowhere |
| Turn up the volume to the radio, I’ll be right there |
| And I never had love for a nigga, I’m about my money |
| I’m a million dollar mack, that’s how I carry myself |
| And can’t no woman have my heart, cause I’m gon' marry myself |