Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Razor Blade , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Razor Blade |
| Hold up nigga, what’s this |
| What you want me to get you, a wing dinner or something |
| Man where is Ro, so he could make it rain in this bitch |
| I’m gon' get this paper, everyday |
| And I don’t give a fuck, what them haters say |
| Alligators with eyes Bulgari’s, and a taper fade |
| If I must say so, I’m sharper than a razor blade |
| I live in Platinum City, that’s where I pay my rent |
| Hell yeah I’m throwing money, while you pay my bitch |
| Hell naw I ain’t a trick, just working my wrist |
| Mama I’m a serial killer, she can murder my dick |
| But I ain’t paying for it, I’m just making it rain |
| I hope she got insurance, I’m bout to bang up her frame |
| Hurricaning in the club, breaking up your rain |
| Like Splinter Cell, or magnum I’m changing up the game |
| Throughout the month, I’m in and out of different time zones |
| He a Cricket, King of the Ghetto a IPhone |
| Look like the Atlantic Ocean, on top of my dome |
| My dick a car seat, that’s all your woman ride on |
| Buckle up he a minute man, I go a couple hours |
| When I’m finished with her, she gon' need a couple showers |
| Call it a black pap smear, I’m bout to shove it down her |
| That go for her, and all them bad ass bitches around her yeah |
| If you ain’t a freak like Ro, you need to let it be known |
| So I don’t waste time trying to fuck, pull out my dick and just let it be blown |
| I even got a bitch on Facebook, hating on me |
| Thought I was coming back, she mad still waiting on me |
| To deal with her, if she showed a little patience fo' me |
| I ain’t tripping, it’s so many bitches that get naked fo' me |
| She make mo' in one night, than you make in a month |
| That’s why you mad at her, she a pound and you a blunt |
| If you were sexy you would dance, hoe don’t even front |
| Mad cause don’t nobody want you, gotta play with your cunt |
| I’m Jacoby Jones, I don’t know how to miss a pass |
| Plus I’m Dave Chappelle, I don’t know how to kiss a ass |
| Yeah, and even if I tried |
| I could never fall off, too much money on my mind |
| She think I’m draped, I’m the best she ever had |
| But I can’t giver her no money, so if she ever ask |
| You already know I’ma laugh at her, I’m a playa |
| A Papa Reu with my money, I put it in the air |
| I’m thinking beat up the pussy, you thinking when to pay her |
| You put it in her hand, I’ma put it in her hair |
| I’m on the 19th flo', so I’ma send her there |
| She can even start without me, long as she pretend I’m there |
| Pussy is my priority, acronym for pimp |
| He need his leg broke, that’s why he walking with a limp |
| It’s been a damn good year, so where the blimp |
| Handcuff your bitch or lose her bro, all she need is a glimpse |
| Of all the places I been, and the places I’m gon' go |
| You can buy a car, with all the ones I don’t roll |
| My hoes street walkers, ain’t nowhere that they won’t go |
| And they check over ten thousand a night, but I want mo' |