Представляем точный текст композиции "25 Lighters" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «25 Lighters» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "25 Lighters"
Lyrics to 25 Lighters : Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what Im talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know what Im saying My nigga gardy in this bitch, whats up my nigga Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem done touch ground Hold up man, know what Im saying redmofo for life Redmond ridas nigga redmond hard heads Huh, yall feel me man, rest in peace to that nigga Goudy That nigga LL man know what Im saying Shit man its fuck up man Rest in peace to to that nigga E-mar We going to hold it down you know what Im talking about And thats Real Talk 25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir Got a bad black bitch that drives a black inpressor You know Im smoking on that herb Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves Screwed Up Click aint never going to switch Nigga build a ditch for a motherfucking snitch Talking to the laws given up info Catch me at the pad black lamp smoking indo Sipping on drank on a whole litter This for nigga moe I got a nine millimeter And a 4 5 Im a keep it live Do it in 08 like in 95 That was the year I made it clear Wrecken on the microphone to get away from here Im reppin for the south with diamonds in my mouth And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house Shinning so bright Even in the night Smoking on cush what the fuck is top flight Im only on the good bitch I wish you would Keeping it all world yall keeping it all hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year I was in a jail cell Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call Man I cant wait till I get free cause Im a ball Put it in they face free my partner Grace Whats up to that Los whats cracking cause Im straight lase Whats up to that Pokey Whats up to that Woldy Always kept it real never act like they aint know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days signed with that x band Me in the [' ] and that Street Military R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery But it aint over chip on my shoulder Catch me brand new candy blue range rover Rollin to the end my skin is my sin And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end Gots to keep flowing Im a keep it going Back in 92 I probably could kick your door in Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down I reppin for the South Side of that H-Town Screwed Up Click until its over with AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch You will die fucking with that Ro He aint never been a bitch he aint never been no hoe Dont know how to be a broad dont know how to be a mark I put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash Looking for a yellow bone bitch with big ass I aint disrespecting just telling the truth Yall know how I do it when I gets up in the booth Im a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth In a fly murder four door of coof Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread I dont give a damn what you bitch niggas done said Talking down on me cause Im a get my spread I aint tripping Im in the kitchen wipping up a batch Batch of them pies for all the time guys Watching out for the FED they be in disguise Looking like G looking like ballas Looking like ture money making shot callas But them boys laws yeah thats them folks I aint tripping cause I know its hot on postoak Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks 24/7 365 around the clock About to get paid stacking up my paper I hit a lick then its time for me to lay low Just run on my screen on 360 playing Halo Hoes dropping like its hot when ever I say so Cause Im the man diamond on my hand Got big bass in the back of the blue van Its blue over gold the story been told Benjamin franklin and two blacks wheel 4 My flow is real cold I aint never been wacked And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog Bun-B ride for that boy and make them crawl Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk And who ever dont like it keep my dick up in they mouth Im Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel wood grain wheel You can [' ] with the diamond on my grill You can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist And cant nobody do it like me cause I do it like this And never had love for a bitch All Im trying to really do is get rich Trying to get my fucking bread baby Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me But I dont give a damn nah I dont give a fuck Riding on drapped up 26s on my truck Hell yeah bitch I know they large Got three foreigns in my garage I never sabotage my fucking career Had to make it clear and I shed another tear But nigga Im real bumper and the grill When I do my music its the music you can feel Cause Im just a G riding one deep And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open Pulling down swangas cause they aint clacking Im rolling on 20 inch 4s bitch what happening Looking so fly I dont smoke fry Got to be a G till the day that I die Thats my big homie boy Lil Ke Boy you know I love you its you and me In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and Im a do it for you And you going to do it for me its S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E Nigga dont get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on cush aint never seen skunk Man Im so throwed caught me in the zone I dont give a fuck about you calling on my phone I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper I brought my partner for my partner Paul About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall Call that bitch Mo-Town and its gonna go down A couple of day from now I got a show in your town And Im a get paid and Im a get laid And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed On the doors nigga and on the side dog And I aint scared I got jesus on my side dog Hit the church house and then go work out And after that you its time to pull the purp out And Im a roll one and Im a smoke one And Im a roll one and Im a smoke one And Im a roll one and Im a smoke one Now Im out of my mind thats what that smoke done But Im a maintain still in the same game But only thing aint making the same change I getting paid boy you better believe that A grammy on my shelf Im a achieve that Cause I can do it nigga even tho you say I cant But I dont give a fuck about yall Im about my bank I hope you feel that bitch look at you You could put your wig back aint nobody going to be missing you You a hoe nigga not a role nigga Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga More versus more mixtapes more shows nigga And I aint ever at home Im on the rode nigga Im chasing fedi baby yall aint ready baby Yeah Im living like a motherfucking chevy baby Or like a ford Im buit ford ford tough Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff Talking about that cush got it from the band tho Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe Dont run up on me if you dont want to get shot Im a grab my remote and give it all that I got Hold up man hold up [ 25 Lighters Lyrics ]
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