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Imposters Lyrics - The Crown - Z-ro

Y'all niggaz ain't real, y'all impostures 

Matter fact fake is a disease, y'all need doctors 

If that's the case, I promise I ain't never had a cold 

Real is healthy, been like that since I was zero years old 

Y'all niggaz ain't real, y'all impostures 

Matter fact fake is a disease, y'all need doctors 

You boys playing gangsta roles, y'all deserve an Oscar 

Soon as they handcuff ya, you telling em all about us 

 

Talkative ass nigga, won't you shut the fuck up 

Every morning you say about thirty words, before you get the fuck up 

Talking bout I seen so and so, counting a couple hundred thousand 

And when so and so get robbed, you can blame it on all your mouthing 

Go to Channel 2, fill out an application be on the news crew 

Cause doing that for free in these streets, is what a damn fool do 

Telling the wrong person, well homie had his money hidden 

Think it's making homie look good, but setting him up is what he did 

I don't need your big eyed ass, looking at what I'm doing 

And I don't need your big mouth ass, talking bout what I'm doing 

Mind your bidness, I'm a professional at doing that 

My name good in the hood, can't let you pussy niggaz ruin that 

 

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Ain't Z-Ro in that condo downtown, by the Toyota Center 

All you do is gossip like a bitch bro, you are no beginner 

Telling niggaz I drop out twenty bands, on that grey van 

But Mr. McVey the only one, need to know what's in Mr. McVey's hand 

Lonely ass niggaz, trying to get me at the red light 

They wanna follow me home, cause you told em I got my bread right 

Pillow talking with them bitches, like girl I know Ro 

Matter fact I sold him that Bentley, you seen the fo' do' 

Pair of lips crossed out in a circle, should be your logo 

Ain't no listeners around here, no snitching allowed 

Weren't you suppose to keep a secret, you gon' mention out loud 

But I bet ya be quiet, right after you get your brains knocked out and shut up 

 

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