Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Reason, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Reason |
| Slap that nigga he’s a bitch, slap that hoe she’s a bitch |
| It ain’t nothing wrong, but y’all know me |
| I’m on my fuck the world, for no reason shit |
| Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch |
| Nothing righteous bout none of y’all niggaz |
| None of y’all niggaz, don’t know Jesus bitch |
| Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch |
| My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it |
| I’m a loc, and my loc niggaz need me bitch |
| Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch |
| When I’m in the club, I don’t see real niggaz |
| I see a bunch of wannabe’s in it |
| Ain’t no love, for none of y’all niggaz |
| Swear to God, fuck every one of y’all niggaz |
| I wish I could murder, every one of y’all niggaz |
| Skinny jeans corrupted, every one of y’all niggaz |
| Leave that shit up, to Drake and Wayne |
| If you ain’t them, then you faking mayn |
| Take it however, you wanna take it mayn |
| Some in the ground, now beneath the basement mayn |
| I know boys wonder, how I made it to the top |
| I make real music, and I take it to the block |
| Your flow is broke, you need to take it to the shop |
| My flow is big dick, hoes take it nonstop |
| My flow is arrogant, like fuck your verse |
| Devil in disguise, nigga fuck your church |
| Baptize your ass, and bloody up your shirt |
| Go get my money, hurry up hoe work |
| My people still waiting, on money from Barack |
| From a house to a spot, king size to a cot |
| Said it was getting better, but the shit didn’t stop |
| So the women on the block, pussy full of rock |
| AR-50, I love my girl |
| Nobody here but us, I love my world |
| I’m oh so jealous, don’t touch my girl |
| I’ll let her holla at ya, don’t trust my girl |
| Yeah, who that wanna do that |
| Like run up on a nigga, that’ll bust and make the crowd move back |
| Let a mo’fucker, run up on Ro |
| I promise I’m a handle my bidness, and leave a fool flat |
| On his back |
| Either with these hands, or this tool I pack |
| I’m a Mo City nigga, I done told you that |
| I’m a general, and that’s where my soldiers at for real |
| Most of y’all niggaz, just sprayed yourself |
| Like you got what you got, with no help |
| Like God, ain’t got nothing to do with your wealth |
| Don’t even take time, to say thanks for your help |
| I know I’m fucked up, that’s why I be repenting |
| Every five minutes, I need to be forgiven |
| From Sunday morning service, straight to prison |
| God brought me through it, that’s why I’m living |
| Don’t believe in him, he don’t believe in you |
| He let somebody run up on you, or merk you fool |
| Then you bad, till you meet somebody worse than you |
| That shirt’ll do something, you ain’t think a shirt could do |
| I use to be a young asshole |
| Ain’t shit changed, I’m still in mash mode |
| I roll around my city, on glass fo’s |
| No pockets, them ain’t my pants hoe |
| What the fuck, is a relationship |
| Too much of a playa, to chase a bitch |
| I’m Mr. Ruffle, I make the chips |
| You taker a shit, I take a trip |
| I roll by myself, I don’t need a lot of people |
| But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people |
| Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot of people |
| He a lot of Chrsitian, but he a lot of evil |
| You can get a win, or a mack ten |
| I want that white bitch, and her black friend |
| I’m IRS cause I’m taxing, you 5K1 you ratting |
| Telling on niggaz, you a teacher’s pet |
| Never ever been in the game, a bleacher’s vet |
| Two hundred and twenty three quarters so far |
| I’m balling, and I ain’t took a breather yet bitch |