Von Miller
Ace
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It's ACE ACE I got da gas, Bags Making a chop, Hand to hand Designer drugs, Molly Santan So many bands they dragging my pants She all on my dick, I'm doing my dance She making it clap, She throwing it back Damn she thick, She gon let me whack I'm smoking on pressure you smoking on jacks Tell me what do you know about da trap I f*ck up a check and I get it right back I stay on point, Sharp as a tack I'm stacking my racks and you know that's a fact How you a killer you always on lack You say I don't crank, F*ck is you smack When I'm down bad I'm flipping da pack I feel like Von Miller I get to the sack I feel like Von Miller I get to the sack I fucked up my check and I got it right back In love wit da money swear i got attached If it's a burger my goons on attack Balling like Kobe my brother he Shaq I lob him the work take that Shit to the rack I'm on your strip tryna see where you at Oh he not around okay I'll double back Whipping da white, Turn it to rock I got dat syrup, I got dat wock I let my J taste, if he say it's drop Then you know I'm taxing 25 a pop Heard it's some static, Give em a shock Leg with a beam came attached to the Glock Hope you ain't around when I make this bitch cock Ima let this bitch pop and yo ass might get shot Bought that bitch a bag but I'm taking it back She say do you love me I say I do not She let me put all my kids on her back Then I just kicked her ass up out the spot Pump out the back have that boy running laps My bro threw the work I'm Cole Beasley he Dak No beef & no buns but I stay wit da mac I trap out Tha Carter jus hit my new jack Been down for too long gotta get up and get it If you hang wit me you can't hang wit no snitches, They calling me Richie I'm all bout my riches I feel like a calculator all these digits I make it happen ain't praying for wishes I got the birds and I ain't talking pigeons Bitch I'm the plug so I don't do division Don't f*ck with Lincoln I f*ck with the Benjamins I got da gas, Bags Making a chop, Hand to hand Designer drugs, Molly Santan So many bands they dragging my pants She all on my dick, I'm doing my dance She making it clap, She throwing it back Damn she thick, She gon let me whack I'm smoking on pressure you smoking on jacks Tell me what do you know about da trap I f*ck up a check and I get it right back I stay on point, Sharp as a tack I'm stacking my racks and you know that's a fact How you a killer you always on lack You say I don't crank, F*ck is you smack When I'm down bad I'm flipping da pack I feel like Von Miller I get to the sack
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