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most times I be blitzed I'm having my gouda My nigga all on her bitch We ball like we hoopers My nigga we hood rich We winning not losing My fella we got
beat them cases First place when I run my races I work hard and I keep my aces Here to there I done been them places Had to man up and tie my laces
the Moncler In the kitchen cooking up with the cookware Popping up like click clack "whose there" Dick her down like ace with the hardware Stroke it till it
up, cuz? Thuggin' that dirty South Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59 Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in
Crippin' like I crept in the cut By caught - slippin' Now he six feet deep And a nigga with him Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew I guess by night
the hood, we are chased by the billy I got on my grind they'll callin' me ILLY I don't fuck with these niggas they said that am silly Top on the roof smoke
the odds? Raised by men that kept guns but couldn't keep a job Head down up, down up, that's right keep the nod Keep the bounce, keep the bop Keep
out by the Citgo But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow My pops was always workin', he put the family first Chicago Saturdays in
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
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
hate the seminar Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce Bush
hate the seminar Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce Bush
thought I was a rap nigga Cap niggas still in the hood with some strapped niggas Gang members only hang with them, not no lame Niggas ask me where I'm
it feels different Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown Play this shit while you play around with my crown King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown Play this shit while you play around with my crown King H-O, y'all should know by now
at me bro Gee Watts show mad love Shout out for the beats bro They done gone and let the beast out Ace Hood with the mean flow Never catch me on the slack
bread What fool said join em If you can't beat em That's nonsense so I Hustle hustle hard like I'm Ace Hood Choppers by the bed cuz I'm straight hood
Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood But I always put on for my city my face good Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good Im from
From Martin to Luther From Luther to Lex I build my riches by writing all of my thoughts into texts Those words built up an image of a man greater
it slow Let your heart explode, drop ya to the floor I gets the dough, I hustle hard Ace Hood ain't got shit on moi, green beans 80's fo' sure They
all his lights and they drove right by him, woo Chapter two Traphouse just got cable Stuntin' on the neighbors The cable man was the feds though
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money Straight flights I live by the cold war Drove from round the globe All I need is
back, no Ace Hood! Rest in peace, I'mma start murderin' and bodyin' beats Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast and I'm laughin' at people who try
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces Drink till you
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