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[Talking:] Bitch, what you say hoe I don't love your dog ass bitch [Hook:] 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 Crerstmont 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 17 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 IIIIII'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 Letras de canciones [Hook] 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'm a 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'm a be there but uh [Hook] I'm laughing at y'all bitch niggaz, like ahh-haaa 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 [Hook] From Letras Mania