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ro come bacc - z-ro lyrics

[chorus]
i’ma fill up a sack and have it ready for when ro come back
matter of fact
if my n*ggas ain’t feelin’ that, they can and leave they ain’t gotta come back
matter of fact
rip, i’m so tired of that, i wish the lord let my bros come back
matter of fact
if my n*ggas ain’t feelin’ that, they can leave and they ain’t gotta come back
matter of fact

[verse 1]
i feel like it’s the end of days (that’s what it feel like)
men with these feminine ways (that’s what it feel like)
baby got a tight bald fade
she ain’t tryna kick it this way (what it is, though?)
i gotta watch my back when i pray
the reaper might be comin’ today (man)
you ain’t with me, get the h*ll out the way (move ’round, n*gga)
i’m just squeezin’, i got nothin’ to say
one deep for life, that’s the logo (uh*huh)
we in the streets and we ain’t doin’ promo (uh*uh)
street military raised me and mo city made me
i got people, but i ride solo (one deep entertainment)
they say i changed, yeah, maybe, got the thing on me, baby (thing on me, baby)
and you know i’m from the wish*a*n*gga*would (know i’m from the wish*a*n*gga)
woodgrain and the lady been the same since the ’80s (yeah)
i’m just comin’ down like a n*gga should (vandross)
[chorus]
i’ma fill up a sack and have it ready for when ro come back
matter of fact
if my n*ggas ain’t feelin’ that, they can and leave they ain’t gotta come back
matter of fact
rip, i’m so tired of that, i wish the lord let my bros come back
matter of fact
if my n*ggas ain’t feelin’ that, they can leave and they ain’t gotta come back
matter of fact

[verse 2]
not tryna treat you like a fan, my guy (uh*uh)
but i’m not into shakin’ hands, my guy (uh*uh)
not with the nestle crunch bump look
how you doin’? that’s all i got, i hope you understand, my guy (for real, though)
double k is for k!lla klan, my guy (vandross)
and if we was at you, i hope you ran, my guy (ayy)
we all him, n0body in the band, my guy
this sh*t a thousand an ounce, i’m smokin’ the band, my guy
i remember all them rubber bands, b*tch (rubber bands, b*tch)
these days, it’s so much, i can’t rubber band sh*t (rubber band sh*t)
contract after contract, i can’t understand sh*t
if big angry tell me to sign it, that’s another bag, b*tch
i am damaged goods, i could never love a bad b*tch (love a bad)
’cause she gon’ do the same thing on another man d*ck (another man)
i guess i am the example of how number man get (number man)
forever king, this throne is where nan’ ‘nother man sit (the ghetto)
free pharaoh, n*gga
[chorus]
i’ma fill up a sack and have it ready for when ro come back
matter of fact
if my n*ggas ain’t feelin’ that, they can and leave they ain’t gotta come back
matter of fact
rip, i’m so tired of that, i wish the lord let my bros come back
matter of fact
if my n*ggas ain’t feelin’ that, they can leave and they ain’t gotta come back
matter of fact

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