Z-Ro Lyrics

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 Let my coedine settle, and have a toast one time

 Multiplications on my digits, come up over some time

 3-57 in my spine, they can't hold me like Kobe Bryant

 Powered up, popping tulips and clovers and stop signs

 Taylor made, Gucci looking like a million bucks

 Neck full of gold baggets, and trillion cuts

 I reside on cuts, cause having money is a must

 Give me the issue or get touched, the scuffling up

 Fuck with the raw like a cut, cause I hit too hard

 Radio stations don't play, cause I spit too hard

 I know they hate me everyday, and I ain't quit so far

 But if you cross the line, AK is gone hit your car

 

 [Hook]

 Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them all

 Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro the Crooked

 Z-Ro the Mo City Don, it ain't over it just begun

 Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the throwdest of them all

 Cause you know my name, it's Z-Ro represent the third coast

 Let my codeine settle, and have a toast

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I'm a guerilla that's after the scrilla, I cock glocks

 I'm the top knotch, body armored like Shaq done blocked shots

 Dropping cops cause they crooked, I'm the law now

 Posted on the corner, selling raw now

 Looking for them people, keep an open eye

 And if I see the jackers, never hesitate I gotta open fire

 Active like a live wire, retalliation is a must

 Rock and buy these bezzels, and then I bust

 Geniva watch, telling me it's time to ball

 Get in the line till I make it to the front, and then it's time to fall

 But if I ever fall off, just fall back behind the scene

 Take seven, catch me up in sitcoms and big screens

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 When I roll, I roll one deep

 I never stop wrecking, these H-Town streets

 And ain't nobody holding me down I'm a roll, I'm rolling

 If you didn't know Southside still holding, folding

 Big lemon faces, got real money cause I catch cases

 Sipping on skeet tastes, and I'ma lean in private or public places

 Milicated refreshness, keep my mind at ease

 Trying to reach another level, keep me climbing trees

 Coming smoke out my nose, bald faded minus before

 Keep it gangsta, got groupie hoes striking a pose

 But see they ain't getting chose, or catch me tipping my dob

 I need a independent thug chick, launder money and drug shit

 I'm the boss hog, ain't nobody hogging me over harder

 Soft then I'm off, in the funk in my roller

 

 [Hook - 2x]