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• Artiste: Z-Ro
• Titre: On My Side
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Fifty on my side Please don't make me slide You better warn all your guys Soon as they try that ABN shit, then all them boys gon' die We gon' see And wherever they fix faces, that's where he gon' be That's what you get for talkin' Jaw wide shut, how the fuck is he gon' eat? Huh Mumblin' when you're talkin' Fuck around and he won't breathe You better move on You see, the key to stayin' rich after you make it, you can't be fuckin' with broke-ass niggas (Yeah, movе on) They gon' act like they gon' ridе or die for you 'til they get the chance to be roach-ass niggas (Move on) All them haters gon' run they mouth 'til they face me and be an I-got-my-jaw-broke-ass nigga (Move on) I am a Hoover, homie, always outside, a give-a-fuck-if-it's-safe-ass nigga, Ro Fifty on my side Please don't make me slide You better warn all your guys Soon as they try that ABN shit, then all them boys gon' die Nah (Hell nah), I don't go back and forth with nobody (No) If I did, y'all know who would be my last four bodies Headed to Buffalo Bayou with half a whole body (Splat) You headed to Home Depot 'cause you a homebody (Haha) Bro know he ain't built for this shit like look at bro body (Look at him) He gotta pull up with y'all, he can't pull up with nobody (I mean, though) Y'all have no followers, y'all talkin' shit to nobody (Nobody) So when y'all talkin' shit 'bout me, I don't even know 'bout it (What he say?) Slapped the fuck out your bitch ass for talkin' so cocky (You) And your people know what you said, so they ain't gon' stop me (You) I know they hate me, whatever I do, they gon' knock me (What they gon' do?) But it don't matter what they do to me, they won't stop me (Ayy) You poppin' pills and smokin' cigarettes, you so sloppy (Ayy) Fightin' me gon' feel like you versus a whole posse (Ayy) Couldn't play the role long enough to get the dough out me Still, my bitches, they still be suckin' the soul out me (Woo) Fifty on my side (I got the fifty on my side) Please don't make me slide (I ain't tryna need no one) You better warn all your guys (You better tell them hoes) Soon as they try that ABN shit, then all them boys gon' die (Huh, huh)