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lirik lagu z-ro & trae tha truth - payback

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(-talking-)
didn’t i tell you motherf-ckers, (yeah you told em ro)
i’ma get you if i owe ya, (now they running)
that’s real talking straight up, z-ro the crooked motherf-cker
know i’m tal’n bout (they know), t-r-a-e (kin folk)
no motherf-cking game (none), keep a straight aim (guns)
and hanging brains (yeah), s.u.c. for life

[trae]
this one here is dedicated to the one, who put that slug in my car
i ain’t forgot i promised i’d get ya, let’s take it to war
too many close encounters with death, back then it was funny
but now i got a son, and ain’t n0body taking him from me
you better have bulletproof, on that red lac that you sw-nging
cause seventeen inside of my glock, about to leave n-ggas stinking
i know where you hanging, and lately i’ve been feeling revenge
on the grounds of b-tch n-ggas, showing off with they friends
f-ck y’all i’m a gorilla, that’ll mob for life
and any n-gga running up on me, get scarred tonight
how would you call a a.b.n., whenever be necessary
read in the flesh, i’m bout to get the cl!ck and these b-tches scary
they don’t want it with trae, ro, boss and jay’ton
lil’ b, dub-g and me be ready for vietnam
unloading the clip, on the next to talk sh-t
lights out mask up, yelling out south klique

[z-ro]
you can ride with a hundred n-ggas, when you out in the streets
that ain’t enough, to keep you safe from me
or you can live in a vest and a helmet, in the penitentiary
that ain’t enough, to keep you safe from me
i use to call you my n-gga, now i replaced him out with b-tch -ss
once you a hoe to ro, you a b-tch no longer roam the side of my blast
but in the front, if you give me all of my money b-tch
f-ck a rich man’s anthem, this that homeless and that hungry sh-t
i done cried so long, all my tears done dried up
minus the revenge, get found murdered and tied up
or seen slained with just a signal, boss with the sawed off
and jay’ton waiting on the right moment, to blow they b-lls off
i ain’t had a piece of p-ssy, like the nine i bust
so it’s safe to say i’m pretending, everytime i f-ck
better remember that the trigga, got’s no heart
if i was you, i would get my people out of the house it’s getting dark

(-talking-)
your t. jones, your uncle your auntie, your grandma
your grandaddy, with his dusty -ss
all them hoes, gotta go n-gga
you f-cking with the maab n-gga
m double a-b for li’ that’s forever, ain’t no hoe in our blood n-gga
from the west to pud n-gga straight up, motherf-ckers be burried
ain’t no love, for none of you hoe -ss n-ggas
p-a-spanage motherf-ckers, strong enough for a man–ss n-ggas
but guess what, got this d-mn thang in my hand n-gga
what the f-ck you gon do, with this b-tch in your mouth n-gga
can you sing with it, can you pr-nounce a word with it
na n-gga, z-ro the crooked guerilla maab n-gga
trae, z-ro my n-gga pot belly in this b-tch
no love for none of you n-ggas, f-ck y’all


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