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Z Ro Bring My Mail

bring my mail. Bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail) You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my

bring my mail. Bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my mail) You can bring my maaaaaiiiillll, bring my mail. My mail. (My mail, my mail, my

everybody I ain't got no friend Nigga remember how you treated Ro, when Ro had no ends That explain when you see me, why I reach in my pants Pull out my

checkers A pine breasher, with 25 bags of light green on my dresser [Hook] Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rain Cause I get my-my grind and my-my

a keep my gas in my tank Keep my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO Homie I'ont giva fuck

is just to get my change living strength is my only type of mind frame [Verse 2: Z-Ro] It's in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul gettin' paper

Lifestyle and profile, living big celebrity Never push inside my pride or, integrity My people deep as a river, bring it on we can rumble Turning cowards over like fumbles, or my

(feat. Z-Ro, Redd, Trae, Lil' B, J-Doe, Boss) [talking] Yeah we back nigga, S.L.A.B Slow Loud And Bangin' mayn, Yung Redd My nigga Trae yeah, I'm just

a keep my gas in my tank Keep my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO Homie I'ont giva fuck