Lyrics:
hood I touched am likened to a Teaser
Wish the list, no refund we ain't ur Teacher
This is likened to preach Three Peaches Family
Kayban Can You Preach
Ace Hood will never fold up, fold up
You can't deny my love
Deny my passion
What you call fashion, I think right past it
My lifestyle lavish, my
It was KC
Ace, Deezy, Bo
89 box Chevy
Riding to the corner store
Ratio of straps
Count 4 to 4
Deezy had Xanbars
Ace had a whole O
KC tags expired
So
I never made no diss
I really got a story to tell , let's take a risk
Ain't no finger prints dirty shirts loading up the clip
Keep them bitches by
at chase
Niggas be mad cause I know that They fake
And they know I'm the one
Paid in full like I'm Ace
Came along way from ducking them Jakes
My young niggas
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Deuce ace, it’s juke, gang
Whoa, whoa, aye
How y’all niggas feel y’all see me winning I can’t lose
I put in work I paid
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Deuce ace, it’s juke, gang
Whoa, whoa, aye
How y’all niggas feel y’all see me winning I can’t lose
I put in work I paid
bitch that I've been trying to hit
Since we was nineteen damn she still fine as shit
Remember at the card tables feeling on my dick
Got pregnant by
niggas leaving you slain
So ima just hustle hard because I’m a ace in my hood
A good guy with bad ways I’m just misunderstood
I’m from where the hammers go
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to low ride
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)
In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone
great
Doesn't matter the card game
I hold value like the ace
Pretty motherfucka
So she give me that mmmmm face
Eating on every beat
I'm at a ten plate
thug
I'm rowdy just like rebel
Imma gangster just like 50
I Stay in tha hood like my name was
Ace
Imma champion but I ain't talking clothes
Big faces, I need big faces
All the guys sip Ace, we need 'bout six cases
I came up in the hood with the risk takers
Ran when the pigs chased us
were there more
I wish I knew you
Man I wish I knew you
Aye
But I'm good now
Go off Ace Hood like
I'm a rose now
Nothing can stop me aye
Feeling like
my gun in nine months 'bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now
Nothing's what your life is worth right
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
featuring Masta Ase O.C.
Intro: Masta Ace
Yeah just like I was sayin
things are same all over
it don't matter where you
living life with no excuses deliver my product
all my niggas from the hood where the murders is climbing
if you don't work, you don't eat fuck the lines
heard about me
I put four or five bullets in ya head (x2)
In ya head nigga. Young Gudda. Ace Hood homie.
And Ima ball like a dawg and I'm never gone
ya head nigga young Gudda ace Hood homie
And Ima ball like a dawg and
I'm never gone fall you
Can call me jollin baby, and
I'm never givin drop top
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