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It Don’t Stop - Z-Ro
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It Don’t Stop Z-Ro

It Don’t Stop - Z-Ro
(Chorus: Z-Ro)
Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock
Whether it's drama or not
Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin or not
That's how it go on the block
Keep your eyes open because the police they plot
Don't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped
So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb cocked
Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched out on the block

(Z-Ro)
I'm a motherfuckin asshole, every day all day
E.B.K. every 24 hours these Houston streets made me this way
I spit it like I live it homie and the way I live is dangerous
Fuck Officer Thornton Berry and Precinct 5 for playin games with us
Mad cause we in a big house, driveway look like a car lot
Since we young and black that's enough to make them President bitches fall out
But I got the game from J. Prince bitch and I'm still learnin
Able to flip with a suspended license, a sweet tooth, and still burnin
On top of 22 inches of chrome and they still turnin
Tryin to reach a bigger market I don't have a plaque but I'm still earnin
Mo' than a motherfucker, my kinfolk Trae doin his thang too
Fuck with us must be baldheaded so a hat is what I brand you
Here's a couple of bitch niggas that would love to see me dead
And they can't stand the fact that Joseph McVey is backed up by bread
Holla
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