ACE HOOD Always

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ACE HOOD Always Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Always, Always
Always, Always
Always, Always

[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine

I always keep a stick, got that extra clip on me
I got it on my mind, incase they wanna slide on me
That's always [x10]
I'm always with the clique, always with the shits
Always off a sip, always off a 5th, always kept it real
Yeah, always getting fresh, always gotta flex
Never want the sex, always want the neck, always want the best
'Im always on the grind, tryna make another dime
While my youngins in the field, catching cases
It's always about the hustle, always off the muscle
Always dodging trouble, taking chances everyday
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve

[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
Tha'ts always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine

I'm always chasing comas, always in designer
Always got my momma, always know we gonna be good
I was always in the hood, wish a nigga would
Youngin off the porch, i was up to no good
If they try me right now, we can take it outside
All my niggas in this bitch, its going crazy
If you want me in your club, before i walk into the club
I ain't coming in, unless a nigga pay me
No I'm always bout a dollar, always popping bottles
Always with a model, nigga I am making moves
Always got it going, always in a foreign
Always got the hoes, they be repping for the crew
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'll always keep it trill, always bout a deal
Always give me chills, thinking how we preserve

[Hook:]
I'm always getting cash, always keep a bag on me
I always do the dash, you can bet your last homie
Always keep a bad bitch, a lotta ass on her
I let her hold the strap, let her keep the stash on her
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
That's always, always
I'm always, always, always on the grind
I always got that money on my mind
Chasing money like I'm running outta time
I always, always, always gotta shine

ACE HOOD Understand

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ACE HOOD Understand Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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E'rryday
No you wouldn't understand no
You wouldn't understand

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
Everyday i'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
(na na na na)

Devil on my shoulder, [?crouches on my chest?]
Smokin' hella kush that's how I deal with all this stress
Lawyer on my line, BM on the text
Pocket watchin tryna go [?]
I'm not happy with my label but they don't understand
I deserve much better is that too much to demand?
I'm so sick of them excuses, feel like i'm bout to lose it
I'm sorry to my fans there's so much shit behind the music
Got my patience runnin too thin, I'm just on some new shit
Had to relocate got inspiration on the west end
I learn from every lesson, thankful for every blessing
Mamma told pray and keep it real since adolescence lord!

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand naw

Everyday's a hustle, everyday a struggle
Granny in the grave, mama can't recover
Tryna please everybody, that just makes a nigga wonder
Would they every do the same
Keep it a hunnid I ain't neva give a fuck
Nigga i'ma do me, give a damn bout what you say
Flyin' fuck 'bout what you think
I'm gon ball by any means, bought my bitch 'bout everything
Flip my bird at the police, bitch this for beating Rodney King
Go! everyday I'm in some shit that you don't understand
I did it with my niggas I do it for the fans
My bitch so expensive dropped a car note on her bag
Motherfuck all you niggas, ya'll rather me doin bad

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand naw

Just had to keep it real, shit just gave me chills
Lost so many homies that I knew throughout the years
Count so much paper, that shit come with haters
Brand new black 380 that came with this laser nigga
Try me if you want to, you be my example
Ya they sleepin' on me, you get shot in yo pajamas
So my niggas takin' chances, life is just a gamble
These niggas bitches Caitlyn Jenner
I've been on the same trail, got the 'nolia from the post
[I've been ridin' on the sea?], I've been goin' crazy lately
I've been fucked by-bye you niggas
Give a fuck bout none you hoes
Shits 'bout me and my niggas hood nation
A motherfuckin' soldier

You won't understand, you won't understand no
You wouldn't understand

[Hook:]
Everyday I'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand
They tryna jail my niggas up but wouldn't understand
So many sacrifices though but you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
Ya ain't get no money nigga you wouldn't understand
You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't understand
My bitch so expensive trust me you wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
(na na na na)
You wouldn't understand
Everyday i'm in some shit that you won't understand
Like tryna take ya [?] But you wouldn't understand

I swear you wouldn't understand
Broward County nigga you wouldn't understand
Shit, but you wouldn't understand

ACE HOOD Goals

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ACE HOOD Goals Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(my people my folks)
And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never that)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)

We on with the roof fame
Big money on the wrist game
Little nigga with a big dream
I remember them days in the hoop day
I'm in that new thang with a few chains
'nd I swish champagne for duke's sake
4, 5 later kickin like lukain
Small city young nigga tryin to maintain
And I had no pot to piss in
My daddy missin
Guess god was listenin
I remember them days of wishin
Nobody listen
Had to show 'em once again
How I get my checks with two commas
Did everythang that I promised
Want better health for my momma
And lean yo tea from you hina
And that's my motha fuckin goal
Tellem free my motha fuckin woes
Every king need a queen to touch his soul
Baby keep on ballin' on them hoes
And I still got so far to go
And I still got so much to do
One thing I won't do is lose
I know
They know
We know

[Hook:]
If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(my people my folks)
And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never that)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)

And I want that mansion in the hills
Big faces on the bills
I touch the money, I seen a million, I can tell you how it feel
Put both my children on the will
I'll never be nothin less I'm trill
Lord knows it's complicated, got confrontation, with the baby momma still
But I got that love for you baby
All them times you tried to play me
Perfect time, mindin my mind, ridden and I found a better lady
I'm so blessed I need a halo
Fuck you if you hatin on me
I just want to put all my niggas in the position for the baaank roll
On my list of many goals
I'm so gifted with the flow
Drink champagne out the bottle
That's my one and only motto
No I grind, 'nd I pray
Do it all again tomorrow
For my son and my little daughter and my momma heavenly father

[Hook:]
If I ever touched a hundred million dollars in my life oh lord knows (lord knows lord knows)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin' goals (my goals my goals)
All I ever really wanted was to take care of the family and my woes
(my people my folks)
And my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
I need a bitch that fuck with me and roll the weed and suck the D when I get home (hell yeah)
No complainin' bout other hoes (Don't talk about it)
That's my motha fuckin goals (my goals my goals)
And I'd rather never sell another, I would never have to sell my soul (never that)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)
And my motha fuckin goal (my goal my goal)

I'm all on Instagram flexin
Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
I got habits of countin' blessings
I'm a student to every lesson
Only others the way to go
Never talk to much on them phones
Never forget bout where you come from
Broward County you been puttin on
That's been my motha fuckin' goal
Now a young nigga puttin on
And this my motha fuckin song
And this my motha fucking song

I'm all on Instagram flexin
Chocolate Sunday is her obsession
I got habits of countin' blessings
I'm a student to every lesson
Only others the way to go
Never talk to much on them phones
Never forget bout where you come from
Broward County you been puttin on

I'm all on Instagram flexin

ACE HOOD Carried Away

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ACE HOOD Carried Away Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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You been working your whole life, I just spent $200,000 dollars. On the mothafuckin' coupe

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Gin�bili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

I got a crib in the Ye, condo thats out in LA
I got a bitch look Jamaican, she look Chinese in the face
She got that booty galore, she got the tiniest waist
She got that yes Lord, I call it amazing grace
That shit you make in a year, I blow it all in a day
I got that 9 on me now, bail money all in my safe
I could�ve cop me the 6, I could�ve cop me the Wraith
We on the run for the money, y'all need to pick up the pace
I feel invincible, I�m on a pill or two, I�m in the club with my whodie�s
I am nothing like the old me, please do not act like you know me
I feel like Steph in the finals, my rivals know they can never control me
I done got high as the nose bleed, oh you still hating? Man, nigga please

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Gin�bili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

I smoke an ounce in a day, I am not feeling my face
I am rocking Maison Margielas, I mix it up with Versace
I am pronouncing it wrong, I don�t give a fuck what you on
I don�t give a fuck who you call, I got some shit for the mall
I might just wake up and ball, made my hoe gargle my balls
You need a hit nigga holler, I am the one you should call
Crib is a miniature mall, Sunday is miniature golf
Wednesday I�m probably in Yoga, helping me keep my composure
I just get carried away, I just get carried away
I should�ve took all that money and gave it to God, right in the collection plate
But instead I spent it in King Of Diamonds all that ass and titties in my face lord forgive me
Now back to this Henny, gone

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Gin�bili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

Order more bottles of Ace, then give them bottles away
Then I go order more bottles, you see the look on they face
I think these rappers are clowns, we in the Cirque du Soleil
If she is not is not fuckin' tonight, then she just invading my space
I�m with my niggas and we celebratin' like we won a title today
I�m elevated and I�m underrated but I�m headin' straight to the bag
I just got carried away, VVS karat, the face
This what I think of you niggas who internet thuggin remindin' myself every day

[Hook:]
You working minimum wage, I blew like 20 today
I took my bitch to Crustaceans, I like my steaks n' filet
I put them rocks in the rollie, ballin', I feel like Gin�bili
Order more bottles of Ace, I just might get carried away
I just might get carried away
I fuck that bitch by mistake, I just got carried away
You talk that shit to my face, you can get carried away
I gave them strippers a check, I just got carried away

ACE HOOD Cold Blooded Murder

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ACE HOOD Cold Blooded Murder Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
Cold blooded murder
Cold blooded murder

I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

Fucking with me that's in your dreams
My reality ain't a dream
Pull up on them and make a scene
Gotta lower their self-esteem
I'm in a black benz coupe
With a bad bitch too
Smoking cabbage ooh!
S class, fuck school
I been out past 2
Rolling on bout two
Styrofoam getting screwed
VVS I'm the jeweler
That's a cold blooded murder
My attorney gon have to turn up
Margiela's on the feet, Ben Schife on the beat
Python on the seat 10 swords on the beach
True dat, young, nigga, dreaded like a muhfucka
Other nigga's catchin waves, that was last summer
Goofs, oops, got rid of the roofs
In a world full of lies, still speakin' the truth, bzaay!

[Hook:]
I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

Niggas like you gon get a nigga name with a casket
If you keep talkin bout my niggas then my niggas gon' pull up 'n get drastic!
I don't play with you nigga's, I don't play with the hoes
I don't play by the money, play it just how it go
Only play with my son, only play with my daughter
Only mention my name, and you know get money the motto
I want them Benjamin Franklins, the big bills and
I know the, foreign appeals to women in heals, they want that
Mula, Mula we got, we got yea, pull up, step out, I'm fly, you not yea
Hoes telling everything comes with therapy, in my good side
Paparazzi got a fetish they french as my genetics, ooh!
Call the paramedics too pathetic I said it my status got em jealous boy!

[Hook:]
I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

You can take a nigga out the ghetto,
but you can't take the ghetto out of me.
You can take a nigga out the ghetto,
but you can't take the ghetto out of me.
Its cuz im a G, its cuz im a G, its cuz I'm a G.
I'm a just use it, why do you care, like how could it beeee, no?

[Hook:]
I got money that you don't know about
Hit the scene and get to showing out
Rock designer you never heard of
Cold blooded murder

Kush got me heavy-eyed
Shoes cost me 35
Doors on suicide
Cold blooded murder

Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder
Nigga just got a check
I be so damn fresh
I confess, cold blooded murder

ACE HOOD Real

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ACE HOOD Real Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
They done gave him loyal niggas
They done gave him some real niggas
They done gave him some real bitches
Some bad bitches too, some bad bitches
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Young nigga shredded, young nigga in the gym
Young nigga got the hoes, DM poppin� like fish grease
Look what they did for a real nigga
Young nigga livin� this life
Young nigga got money, young nigga got cars
Young nigga got houses, young nigga got it all
Young nigga got money, power, and respect
Look what they did for a real nigga

[Hook:]
Oh, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Everything exquisite, every day we livin�
My goodness, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
She gon� bus� it open, she gon� do it for me, yeah, yeah
Only one time for a real nigga
I�mma do this shit for the real niggas
I�mma do this shit for the drill niggas
Plenty champagne for a real nigga
A couple gold chains for a real nigga
I pull up in the foreign for the real niggas
Sold out shows for the real niggas
Flooded out Rollies for a real nigga
I wonder is it Heaven for a real nigga

Money never made you a real nigga
I just stay away from them hoe niggas
We are not the same, I am not to blame
Call ya daddy, you was prolly raised by a hoe nigga
Rap game got a shortage of the real niggas
When ya see me, know I�m always with the same niggas
You know that any one of them could have a thang wit �em
Don�t make �em Chief Keef nigga, bang, bang on ya
I�m in a Wraith with a couple gold chains on �em
Suicide doors, Kurt Cobain on �em
I�m so blessed, I just gotta keep it real wit ya
A hundred G�s in a week for a real nigga
I�m in some new shit that ain�t even drop yet
Just bought a crib and that bitch look like a complex
I�m in the building, niggas callin� it a bomb threat
I put them Colorado rocks in the Rolex
I got money, fuck is you niggas lyin� for?
Don�t you wanna fuck before I start up the convo?
Fill a little glass, illuminatin� the condo
Hit the strip club, them bitches go get they ponchos, ooh
All this grindin�, nigga all this hustlin� really started payin� off
Guess it what it look like the day you get your mind right and be your own boss

[Hook:]
Oh, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Everything exquisite, every day we livin�
My goodness, look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
Look what they done did for a real nigga
She gon� bus� it open, she gon� do it for me, yeah, yeah
Only one time for a real nigga
I�mma do this shit for the real niggas
I�mma do this shit for the drill niggas
Plenty champagne for a real nigga
A couple gold chains for a real nigga
I pull up in the foreign for the real niggas
Sold out shows for the real niggas
Flooded out Rollies for a real nigga
I wonder is it Heaven for a real nigga

Yeah, when you see them Hood Nation mothafuckin� niggas
Just know what it is, baby
That�s just some real mothafuckin� niggas�
Ya dig that? Believe that
Yeah, hold on, check this out
One time for [?], [Broward County, ya dig
One time for Deerfield, fuck it
20 hoes, 60, the 40, I ain�t forget about ya
[?] City, ha ha ha
When y�all see that mothafuckin� Red Ranger Rover pull up
On them big 6�s, just know that�s a real nigga
And if any y�all niggas think y�all gon� fuck with my mothafuckin� nigga
Y�all gon� die, tryna fuck wit a real nigga

ACE HOOD Mood

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ACE HOOD Mood Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Haha, shit
Cause I'm in the mood baby
I'm in the mood nigga
Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
Shit

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, where fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves then exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext
Ooh, ause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood

Brought a car with a horse, got a young nigga whippin'
I just pull up at the light, shittin' on your Honda Civic
I got racks in my pocket, dead fresh catch a body
That potato on a shotty, count that money for a hobby
I just pull up to the villa, big shit, Godzilla
Young nigga, chinchilla, all ice like it�s winter
Hit the mall, blow a check
On the gram, gotta flex
Ain't no love for my ex, oh lord boy you blessed
See I'm in the mood to fuck up your mood, I'm covered in jewels
I just brought a crib with too many rooms, it came with a pool
I know what you're thinking, got rid of my neighbors, had too many rules
Don't get it confused, don't get it confused, we never gon' lose
I'm gonna get everything a nigga prayed for
Fuck me and call me daddy ain't that what you came for?
I'm in the mood, I'm like fuck it, put twenty chains on
Go hit the club, pour the bottles to see the light show

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood

Middle finger in the air, that's my motherfuckin' mood
Twenty-twenty with the vision, I got panoramic views
In my cup, got the screw
Phantom ghost, peek-a-boo
Nigga sleep, let 'em snooze
Ace Hood got the juice
I'm the motherfuckin man, twenty bands for a [?]
I just brought a foreign, pay for it like a boss do
Nigga in the mood, keep it cool, goons crazy
Walk in the club with them Haitians
The fragrance amazing
I just might cop me a crib and only live in that bitch
I might just cop me a whip and only drive that new shit
I might just charge every hoe that I encounter for dick
Then pull up on my old teacher who said I won't be shit, bitch

[Hook:]
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessings
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexing
I'm with the crew, you ain't making moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sex it
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
Ooh, cause I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood to count up the loot, blessin's
Jump out the coupe, the fuck is the roof? Flexin'
I'm with the crew, you ain't makin' moves than exit
I'm in the mood to call up your boo to sext

Cause I'm in the mood baby
I'm in the mood nigga
Don't give me a reason
Don't give me a reason
Shit

ACE HOOD Changed On Me

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ACE HOOD Changed On Me Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Got too many chains on me
These niggas changed on me
They up and changed on me (swear)

[Hook:]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same homie
Ever since I seen the fame homie
And they ain't did a thang homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain homie (hey)

This what you niggas expect of me
They tryin' to drain all my energy
Countin' me out of this industry
Now they know I got the recipe
Count up the money then blow a check
How bout my mamma write all the checks
Niggas, they act like they want some
Fuck 'em I won't even send a text (wooh)
You see the look on they faces, these niggas' jealous
My mamma called me and told me Oh baby be careful
But they better not play with me
Next thing you know you'll be put on a shirt that say In love and memory
Guess who that back on that gutta shit
Might hit the block in them other shit
Watch all them niggas you kick it with
They may not be who you think they is
I thought it'd never be used to be homies, now enemies
I know it is what it is but I gotta live, so fuck if you mad at me

[Hook:]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same homie
Ever since I seen the fame homie
And they ain't did a thang homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain homie

I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
Oh, I got way too many chains on

Hate is a weak emotion
Killin' 'em, my condolence
My president Rollie is drippin' all on me
And no I have never voted
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Cause they want a hand out
They wanna finish me, do me like Kennedy
Hit with a headshot
Told me I'd never be shit
But now that the story begins
Gettin' some head in the Benz
And I make her call up her friend
She do whatever for daddy
I do what I gotta to win
One hitters wonderin' how the fuck that nigga did it again
Again and again, count up the money to count it again
I cannot pretend, I see them fake through my Cartier lens
Better be, most of these niggas afraid of me
Fuck you my only apology
Cause I am the one you will never be

[Hook:]
These niggas changed on me
I swear they up and changed on me
Shit ain't been the same homie
Ever since I seen the fame homie
And they ain't did a thang homie
I just put a couple chains on me
Now they hate to put the blame on me
You had to spit in niggas chain homie

I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
I got way too many chains on me
Oh, I got way too many chains on

ACE HOOD Skip The Talk'n

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ACE HOOD Skip The Talk'n Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro: Kevin Cossom]
Girl I feel like tonight gon' be a hell of a night
I don't usually say that
All this turn up in my system
And my niggas just forgive us
Sometimes we don't even know how to act
Tell me where your head at
I'll show you a good time
Why don't you show me where your bed at

[Pre-Hook:]
If I got your permission girl I got tell the truth
All these different women, only one I see is you
Have you up all night just like a red-eye
Already know what I wanna do
Baby let's just skip the talking

[Hook: x2]
Baby let's just skip the talking
Let's skip the talking, let's skip the talking
Let's get right down to business baby
Get right down to it, Get right down to it yeah

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Liquor got me talking, Kush got me faded
Quit beating around the bush, Baby we can skip the basics
Can't sit around and then act like I don't want you bad as I do
From the first time that I laid eyes I had pictured you in my Coupe
With that dress fitting perfect, handbag Birkin
I'm just trynna change your life
Them other niggas thirsty
I'm a keep it real no bullshit and I need your body like now
See we both grown and there ain't nothing wrong with a little bumping and grind
Let's skip the club in my penthouse, we won't make it to the bedroom
From the kitchen onto that couch, I'm tapping your spot to see what that do
Girl I hear your body calling
You running like a faucet
This dick will give you amnesia girl, Can't remember what started
I'm saying

[Pre-Hook:]
If I got your permission girl I got tell the truth
All these different women, only one I see is you
Have you up all night just like a red-eye
Already know what I wanna do
Baby let's just skip the talking

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Don't mean to be blunt, fuck it though I'm lying
Your last man never played with it while he hitting that from behind
Or get it in in that 4 do if that Porsche seats on recline
I promise baby, I promise baby, you begging me to rewind
Girl, I'll do you like a favor, don't care we wake the neighbors
You screaming oh lord, okay Anita Baker
You dealing with a real nigga baby, won't even tell you no lie
I see the want in your eyes and it ain't no need to wasting our time
Said it's 5 in the morning, niggas still on it
Breakfast in the bed, pussy weed money
I do it Shawty, I do it Shawty, can't name one better
I'm trynna get you wetter, I've been thinking this forever
I'm saying

[Pre-Hook:]
If I got your permission girl I got tell the truth
All these different women, only one I see is you
Have you up all night just like a red-eye
Already know what I wanna do
Baby let's just skip the talking

[Hook x2]

ACE HOOD Tears

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ACE HOOD Tears Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
Crying tears of joy
Yea

[Verse 1:]
I'm getting sick and tired of crying tears over grandma
Lord knows I miss ya, I'm just livin through these pictures
Still reminiscin on them Thanksgiving dinners
Telling me to pray before I take on any mission
I can't blame God, maybe it's the seasons
Mama told me everything happens for a reason
I miss my nigga Del, trust my nigga Fo
I'm thankful for this music cus it helps a nigga cope
Remember discussing dreams on his mama front porch
He told me keep my focus dawg and stay away from dope
He said that we would make it, heavy dream chasin
Nothing's ever given so we might as well take it
If you walk or see me now

[Hook:]
I know my granny she proud
I know my homies, them proud
I hold my momma, them down
But I can tell you these tears
I wish my daughter was here
I know my fans they proud
But take a look at me now (take a look at me now)
Crying tears of joy

[Verse 2:]
My baby girl beautiful and now she's getting older
Got me heavy stressin cus these streets are getting colder
Prayin every night and still I keep that heat closer
And they ain't tryna end up on a shore that no one pposed
Lord have mercy, I'm tryin to see tomorrow
So I can teach my daughter and son to be a father
See ain't nobody perfect, all of us is sinners
Forgive and we forget but shit some things are still remembered
Daddy never called but know that hatred I surrendered
And whether not he proud I got success on my agenda
I did it for my family, I did it with my niggas
I did it for the fans, hope I can be remembered
I done came so far

[Hook:]
I know my granny she proud
I know my homies, them proud
I hold my momma, them down
But I can tell you these tears
I wish my daughter was here
I know my fans they proud
But take a look at me now (take a look at me now)
Crying tears of joy

[Verse 3:]
Carry the heavy load
It's been a long long road
Tears rolling right down my face
Finally made it to a better place
For all the people that tried
To stand in my way, I'm doin just fine
They can't stop what's meant to be
But thank God for my family
He kept me aiming for the clouds
When no one was around
He never had a doubt
I remember just tryna get my feet on the ground, hey!
Now take a look at me now!

[Hook:]
I know my granny she proud
I know my homies, them proud
I hold my momma, them down
But I can tell you these tears
I wish my daughter was here
I know my fans they proud
But take a look at me now (take a look at me now)
Crying tears of joy

ACE HOOD Save Us

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ACE HOOD Save Us Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
You can't change the world until you change yoself
Gotta start somewhere
Save us

[Verse 1:]
There's a war going on outside, it's devastating
The hood's segregated by cliques and affiliations
City full of satans who facin no limitations
Turnin on the news and it's poison throughout the nation
Kids being kidnapped, teens getting shot up
Murder rate higher, continue as bodies pop up
Streets done got worser, the world done got colder
Many crying out and they could really use a shoulder
Amen amen, live a life full of sin
I inspire the people, the boost desire within
Got a message for students, teachers won't let me attend
Paint a horrible image of me, I'm quick to defend
What the fuck am I to do cus I'm simply speakin truth?
We gotta guard the youth, no excuses to be in school
Babies out in Africa prayin for a pair of shoes
More food or finer things they never knew
Lord knows I won't change, life's better
God bless the souls and the spirits of Mandela
Let's do it for a cause, we are grateful beyond measures
Man with a power message behind lectures
Damn...
We livin in hell, good people
We surrounded by pure evil
It sees the deceited, we need Jesus
Please...

[Chorus:]
Save us
Won't you help me? Oh
Save us
Oh oh oh oh
Save us
Save my... baby
Save us
Help me... save my... baby
Save us
Save you

[Verse 2:]
We all soul searching, we destined to find purpose
Living in a world with the worse and the non-perfect
But women sellin piece of their bodies and call it workin
And little girls worhipin strippers, get into twerkin
These are my assumptions, never cast judgment
Youngest on the block and they focused on mild subjects
Tryna please others' perspective that's in the public
Too opinionated, I pray that we reinstated
I wanna be that voice and that pain of them crying babies
I wanna be that live, but I hope that you fightin daily
I know I'm chosen, Lord knows it, my flow golden
Is hell here? Section 8's and wellfares
Drug addicts and bad tragic, so many tears
Black hearses, it's gotten worser throughout the years
Please save us, I'm still prayin, God's will
Innocence being killed, exactly what I feel
Lawd...
And this can't be life
Bob Marley never settled, he would fight for the right
Hands up if you believe you got a purpose in life
Shit...
Welcome to hell, good people
We surrounded by pure evil
Please keep us
It sees the deceited, we need Jesus
Please...

[Chorus:]
Save us
Won't you help me? Oh
Save us
Oh oh oh oh
Save us
Save my... baby
Save us
Help me... save my... baby
Save us
Save you

[Verse 3:]
Save us from the killers, the demons and cold hearted
Save us from ourselves, what we listen but disregard it
Keepin hope alive for the people, them ones who started
Tryna change the world for them legends in which departed
How dare you criticize me with lies that you assume?
Bad judge of characters, school in Syracuse
I am the ghetto, I am the struggle, I am the hunger
I am the pain, I do inspire, don't have to wonder
Lawd...

Save
Oh, we've got to save the babies
Your babies, my babies, our babies
One by one
Oh it's getting serious, son
It's getting serious
Oh yes it is
Oh we got to do something about it
We got to do more than just talk about it

Save us [x4]
Help me
Save us
Will you help me?
Save us
Save... my babies
Save my... son
Save my... save my baby!

ACE HOOD Hip Hop

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ACE HOOD Hip Hop Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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I'm at a loss of words
Just don't get it

[Verse 1:]
Dear the love of my life
I'm sick and tired of the fights
So we been fucking for years
But you been cheating for life
You give it up to them lames
And then you blow em that night
I Gave my heart to you baby
But you ain't doing me right
See I was young when I met ya
Had me fallin in seconds
Held me down in recessions
I'm thinking God what a blessing
Know my love runs deep
I toss and turn in my sleep
I need your heart in return
And if it ever would beat
I lost in touch with you once
Had me stressing for months
I started out in the barn
We done been through too much
I swear that life is a bitch
And plus you easy to switch
Ain't no worries lil mama
I ain't taking the fence
Keep on doin them lames
Keep on makin em rich
I'll be here for a while
You'll be back on my dick
Misses hip hop love
I forgive and forget
Still I wonder in time
Will you ever commit
I'm saying

[Verse 2:]
I went to war with some sinners
Laid in bed with the devils
Ain't no love in this game
It'll turn a Christian to rebels
Poured my heart and my soul
I let my passion develop
Why you playin with my feelings
I ain't the type to be jealous
Fuck that hip hop bitch
Let that last line settle
You fall in love with these rappers
Know I'm ten times better
Get it ten times wetter
Plus I'm way more clever
I'm from that fuck you era
Plus I'm top 5 level
What's a king to a God
What's your life to my nine
What's my life without you
I can't envision my odds
Why your hearts so cold
Where the love at tho
I deserve that shit
You'll be lying if I don't
You wasting time with them gimmicks
Suck a dick for your critics
Give a fuck who your favorite
I'm the name that you mention
You can look up the realest
I'm your sure definition
We been at it for years
I think it's time for commitment
I'm saying

ACE HOOD Home Invasion

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ACE HOOD Home Invasion Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed
Wake up (Wake up)
Open the door (Open the door)
Lay on the floor,
You've been robbed

[Verse 1:]
Uh! Nigga I smell murda
Glock 9, but them niggas turn up
10 killas in the Chevy
Nigga 16 with the burner
Teller put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, actin funny with the cash hah?
Ok, niggas wanna play dumb-dumb
Dirty glocks, never knowin' where they come from
Bang, motherfucker get low
Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose
Killas stay lurkin and they do it on purpose
I just tell em keep shootin like they tryna overdose
Keep playin with a real nigga
You gon end up in the box like Hilfiger
Yea, man you lookin at a gorilla
I don't like no niggas holdin niggas' glock like a 4 wheeler
Cus that bitch go to kickin, blue caine
All black when I'm ridin, Bruce Wayne
Niggas bump to the money, Hussein
Never change them true, 2 Chainz
Hundred grand to yo boys like loose change
Better hush for that choppa wanna do things
Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang!
Nigga!

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed

[Verse 2:]
Phone call from my Haitian homie say Papi got the good yay
No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way
Call the homies, they gon run up on him, got sticks a waving too late
You know what I came for so don't play
Leave 100 O's round where you stay
Lawd, somebody call the popo
Snitch niggas die slow
Will they ever catch me?
Pussy nigga nono
Runnin out yo mouth, I'm just hopin you about it
Every nigga with me, boy that ready get started
No patdowns when I walk up in the party,
Smoking that stank, who he think he, Bob Marley?
No games
When I pull up in that foreign kill niggas
Hood nation, motherfucker, Real niggas
Won't stop, getting money, deal with it
Yea I'm fuckin yo bitch, I'm still in it
No tips on a whip so you see me in it
I can run through a clip, less than 2 minutes
Bang bang, reload til it start clickin

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed

[Verse 3:]
Uh, half a drank like who gave you?
Move caine, I've been Abel
Bakin soda, no label
TV on but no cable
Streets talkin, I heard em
Hands out but curd him
He don't wanna work, he just wanted work
That he can handout and just burn him
Heard it all before though
Then went and copped the 4 do
Told pop I needed 4 mo
He texted back like fo sho
10 choppas goin fofo
Come fofo, crack blow do
Had em all magnets
Why we don't spoke
I mean no speak, I thought I won't eat, nah
I'm tied niggas, tired niggas
Quick to talk how they tie niggas
I'm on the block like who's tied nigga
Gun is cocked like who's fine quicker
Corner pack like those my niggas
G spots, we rackin em
Church guarded, I'm backin em
That's a lot of money, we stackin em

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed
Wake up (Wake up)
Open the door (Open the door)
Lay on the floor,
You've been robbed

ACE HOOD F.Y.F.R. (Fuck Your Favorite Rapper)

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ACE HOOD F.Y.F.R. (Fuck Your Favorite Rapper) Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain�t hip-hop dawg
Nah

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Verse:]
I�m in hell�s kitchen with the Lord�s mitten
Runnin tail bishop, I�m the Mel Gibson
Brave hearted nigga, keepin rap livin
Young legend, Merry Christmas and the flow gifted
Uh, and I mean what I say
Not a game nor a gimmick when you mention my name
Niggas pill poppin and dancing too much in the game
Talkin bout yo fortune and fame, yall soundin the same
We need a change, what happened to that real in the booth?
Let�s take it back Queens Bridge back when Nas was the truth
I�m talkin Everyday Struggle to Big Poppa and Juice
And to consumers who still assuming this message for you

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain�t hip-hop dawg

[Verse:]
Death around the corner, nobody�s gonna miss you
Boy I tried to tell em, they ain�t wanna listen
King of the south, who got a problem wit it?
I rebuild a building, make you come and visit
Let�s have a moment of silence
Compare me to a prison of violence
I�m a murderer, fuckin murderer
I never heard of ya
Kickin down the door, took my chances like a burglar
Word to my mama bout this drama, boy you oughta know
There�s a bigger difference 'tween real rap and metaphor
Don�t get it twisted, I body them niggas
You know I�m the realest, you cannot prevent it nigga
Still

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain�t hip-hop dawg

[Verse:]
I got what they missin, nigga come and get it
How dare you think these niggas really competition
Call the mortuary, make a reservation
Bar for bar I ruin niggas� reputations
Uh, yea my flow is the illest
And I never had no feelings, I should visit the dentist
Niggas talkin out of term until reality visit
Til somebody bring the comma, that�s for who made attendance
You niggas finished
Never can fuck with my coalition
You with me or you runnin, lil nigga that�s yo decision
Screamin fuck em (fuck em)
To you and yo opposition
And here�s what I think of they listin them names mentioning
PSA bitches

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain�t hip-hop dawg

ACE HOOD Brothers Keeper

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ACE HOOD Brothers Keeper Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper
And thou shalt not cross each other in the name of Jesus
And thou shalt not testify and go against yo people
And thou shalt not speak about it if you ain't never done it
Put God first and my family second, ain't nothing above it
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper

[Verse 1:]
I pledge allegiance, my brother's keeper til I'm death departed
My wheel out so yo bullshit will get disregarded
Get yo money dog and say fuck them niggas, cut they head regardless
And if you go to war then I'm going too, now it's gangsta party
And mama told me don't trust niggas cus they all jealous
And if you out of jail this early dawg then you probably tellin
Oh Lord, you lookin at one of the realest niggas you done ever seen
Only receive about 20 choppas for the whole team
Getting dirty money but my bitches clean, they like Listerine
Where I come from it's either fake or real, it's no in-between
An eye for an eye, all my niggas ride or die
All my niggas certified
Trill niggas recognize hah!

[Hook:]
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper
And thou shalt not cross each other in the name of Jesus
And thou shalt not testify and go against yo people
And thou shalt not speak about it if you ain't never done it
Put God first and my family second, ain't nothing above it
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper

[Verse 2:]
My best friend got killed probably bout a year ago
On his front porch for a bag of cake and some indigo
I was mad as hell, why the fuck he ain't keep that hammer close?
I should've been there, I should've gone with him when he had to go
Cus this cold world that we livin in it's like 3 below
And I'll be goddamned if I'll bury any another of my nigas, no
In my home town I had downtown, I've been plottin plenty
And if you with a real nigga on some real shit you won't understand it
I'm against the wall, I gotta make some calls, them niggas broke the law
I'm in the blue sedan, I got the tool in hand and they comin to talk
What's the word homie? All my niggas ride or die
Niggas ain't safe when them Haitian boys done come drive-by

[Hook:]
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper
And thou shalt not cross each other in the name of Jesus
And thou shalt not testify and go against yo people
And thou shalt not speak about it if you ain't never done it
Put God first and my family second, ain't nothing above it
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper

ACE HOOD Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2)

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ACE HOOD Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2) Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 1:]
Hunnit round on the backseat
Catch a nigga slippin on the back street
Big fire loaded and it's ready
Homies get it runnin like a track meet
Young nigga tryna catch a body
He don't even know what he started
He don't give a fuck about nothing
Trappin every day to Yo Gotti, fuck it!
Horny 15 and they fuckin
Projects livin with his cousin
Mama on drugs and his daddy don't care
Got a dirty glock boom, he a bust it
And them lil niggas sellin trees
Steady he enlist with the fiends
Never follow rules and he barely go to school
Drug test him and he wasn't even clean
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 2:]
All a young nigga know is murda
Always know he's standin on the corner
Big homie givin in the game
Started with a ounce and a burner
Fuck nigga runnin round lurkin
Extend in the clip so 30
Creepin real slow in a reaper
See a nigga peepin through the curtain
Hold up, lil nigga fuckin up his life
He just wanna earn some stripes
Send him out shootin at another motherfucker
When he see him man he says on sight, damn
He don't really playin for the set
He'd do anything for a check
It's only two ways he gon end up goin
Either prison or he's fuckin round dead
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 3:]
4-5 niggas in a rental
Duck boy, tints on the window
Catch a few niggas at the corner store chillin and they plottin on how they gon kill em, man
Lil nigga with em like fuck it
Roll up on them niggas, start jumpin
Before they even know it everybody hit the ground
Goddamn it's like they seen this shit comin
Woa! Smash on the gas, nigga hurry
Heart beatin fast, niggas worried
Never leave evidence, never leave fingerprints on a car these niggas so dirty
Black car caught them at a light
They ain't even know it
6 masked goonies and the clips on fully
Hot dog and they startin unloadin

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga

ACE HOOD R.N.S (Real Nigga Shit)

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ACE HOOD R.N.S (Real Nigga Shit) Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
Free Boosie

Ain't this that shit?
Ain't this that shit?

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 1:]
I say I can't stand no bitch nigga
That goes for you snitch niggas
Can't do no broke boys cus everybody with me they go getters
Say money over these lame hoes, ya'll niggas be cuffin dough
Met the bitch in that same night, I'm a knock down like dominoes
I say oh Lord I'm savin
Fuck ya'll, just pay me
Big bees in my whip, catch a young nigga move saney
I be ridin round with 2 ladies
Pussy nigga you basic
My nigga P keep a strap-on
Them hater fuck around, start sprayin
Nigga don't play me

All I'm talkin is real nigga shit
Come and fuck and suck a real nigga dick
All these hoes want a real nigga rich

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 2:]
I ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother
I'd kill for my mother in case you ain't know
Shoot out 100 then fuckin reload it
I lift up yo spirit like you been promoted
I'm with it, runnin my city
Chasin that money, I get it get it
Came to the ratchet, my bitches said Diddy
I want it, I cop it, you watch what you spendin
Niggas be poundin like I'm pron, tell these hoes to please keep calm
If I die today I'm good
Hope this real shit can live on
Ain't no hoe shit in my blood, know my family is my love
Peace my homeboys and my thugs
Still with the same folk from day one

Boy that's real nigga shit
I'm just tryna get my whole team rich
In a Phantom blowin kush behind the tint
Bumpin Boosie Boo, that badass hit

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 3:]
Say what you wanna, do what you wanna
I get upset, they attack like piranhas
I don't even like not one of you niggas
Bitch ain't thick, can't even fuck with er
Yea we them niggas with the 20 gold bottle
VIP sec, she put 25 models
Pulled up, yep that's us in the foreign
Huh, ya'll life so boring
Uh, I made a mill off touring
Crib in the hills like motherfuckin Lauren
Rest don't chill but just can't ignore
And that pussy so good, I explore like do it
Smoke one, for the ones lost
RIP to every real nigga we once saw, damn
Where the real niggas went?
Free Boosie
Free Fat Boy
Real shit
They gon lose they motherfuckin in the hood when they hear this
Nigga!

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

ACE HOOD Jamaica

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ACE HOOD Jamaica Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

[Verse 1:]
I swear to God I woke up on the gully side
And all they know is motherfuckin homicide
Murda, just keep the burna
A couple keys will get you shot,
Watch who you servin, watch who you servin,
Police lurkin, oh yea they lurkin
They seven deep in that excursion, in that excursion
Keep 20 thousand in my pockets, that's in my pockets
Ain't talkin money switch the topic, I switch the topic
I pull up in that brand new Gatti, bitch I got it
I fuck these niggas, word to Gotti, just catchin profit
I know some youngins catchin bodies, they catchin bodies
They 17 and got no daughters, ain't got no daughters
Oh my goodness, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
My Rollie cost a couple birdies, a couple birdies
I want a billion fore I'm 40, before I'm 40
They aks me do I smoke that killa? Know what I'm talkin?

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

[Verse 2:]
A hunnit killas with me in Mavado nigga
I'm king of the south and ain't got a lot of niggas
Wake up, go get yo cake up
I blew 100 racks in Jacob, that's only Jacob's
Don't give a fuck, I do it major, I do it major
These bitches watch me like I'm cable, just like I'm cable
And fuck yo life, that shit's a fable, it's all a fable
I show you millions on the table, that's on the table
And can't no other nigga stop me, you'll never stop me
I'm shittin on em, never sloppy, apologizing
Aye check yo Twitter, guess who dreamin, bitch we the hottest,
Bitch we the bidness and the realest, ain't nothing modest,
I swear to God I tried to tell er
We set the standards, we set the standards motherfucker
Better learn some manners
I'm getting head in that new Phantom, that's in a Phantom
And Papi aks me do I got it, you know the answer

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

ACE HOOD Buss Guns

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ACE HOOD Buss Guns Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Glock 4-5 on the waistline, you can make a move when you want to
Can't gun in my park, in this city homeboy cus a nigga don't know you
Keep thinkin I'm playin, he thinkin I'm playin, they thinkin I'm playin
Tryin to set a new set, a whole lot of people been poppin up dead
Rule number one, we don't do the police, never talk to the feds
We ain't gully ridin in a Benz, 2 G's with they hair full of dreads
Watch them niggas, I don't like them niggas, I don't trust them niggas
Got on all my jewelry, in the hood playboy, what the fuck wrong with him?
On my mama I don't really get sleep cus a young nigga paranoid
Extendo clips on a gun, motherfucker never travel on steroids
Half a million dollars' worth of whips, young nigga I can show you how to motivate
Ever fucked a bad bitch on a bed full of hunnits? I can show you how to meditate

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Doin bout 100 on the highway, I don't give a fuck about the popo
I don't sell dope but I know a chico who did it for the lolo
Police aksin me questions, thinkin I'm a talk, that's a nono
He a never know I got 4, 5 bricks, all stashed in the 4 do
I'm feelin myself getting money every day like a young nigga pposed to
Can't walk in my shoes, take a look in my eyes, you don't know what I've been through
And free my niggas in the state peniten, every day that's on lockdown
Never gon catch me slip cus you know I'm best friends with the tre pound
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang man you'd think Chief Keef in this motherfucker
And every homeboy around me, man you know I love that nigga like a blood brother
Diff you bitch, down to the gully
Got love in the hood, respect my nigga, can't take that from me

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

ACE HOOD Everyday

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ACE HOOD Everyday Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro]
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday

[Hook]
Everyday I gotta hustle, everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning with money on my mind
I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday
I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

[Verse 1]
Nothin' else matter but the money
Nothin' else matter but the money
Fuck a nigga hatin'
Nigga's used to pull up in the bucket
Now [?] cost a hundred
You don't wanna run it
Need a couple mil, I can front it
Everything you do, And I done it, I just keep it one hundred
Everyday a nigga gettin' blunted, and I'm with a white snow bunny
Heard you got problems, Glock 40 on me for the dummies
And I got a little for your buddies
Homie don't play that, swear [?] word to my momma
She just told me focus on the comma's, boy that's everyday
I just wanna get it ten ways, rollie and a pair of new J's
Everyday I wake, I gotta thank the Lord for the day
Then I gotta go and get paid
Oh my goodness
Ain't drived the Porsche in a month, my range rover make a nigga hush
Fuck nigga want
Sorry if I'm being too blunt,I gotta show a hater how to stunt
Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it
Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million
Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Boy I'm getting money like a sheikh
Quarter mil, make it in a week
Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech
A Couple bad bitches in the jeep
20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this
You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large
Coulda went and bought a new Benz, but instead I just put it on the wrist
And your bitch love it, rich nigga but I'm still thuggin'
Broke nigga's stay mean muggin'
Used to have trouble with the four door Ford, now I'm tryin' make the Forbes
Ya'll ain't seen nothin'
Ain't even trippin', promise Imma die real nigga and free my homeboys in the system
Stay prayed up, everyday my mind made up
Everyday [?], never caught slippin'
Case the wanna push they luck, try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing
Woo
I love it when the beat go to ride out
I gotta yellow bone stripper at the trap house
I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time
Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine


[Hook]

ACE HOOD Fear (Intro)

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ACE HOOD Fear (Intro) Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
Ain't no pity for the weak
That's 3

HOOD NATIOOONNNN

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Verse 1:]
I'm the realest nigga ever
Name another nigga more clever
They ain't flowing how I'm flowing
From the day that I was born
It's hotter then never let up
Oh
You ain't ever get the letter
Well somebody better tell em
Keep a runnin your mouth
New king of the south
You ain't know no better
Motherfucker guess not
How many wanna come test that
You ain't never been hot
You ain't ever gonna drop
Why you so stressed out huh?
Your little money running low nigga
I'm in that 4 door froze with the zone niggas
Couple mill a cd living like I'm big meech
Probably in the streets with a 4 wheeler
5 cars in my drive way
Depends on how I'm feeling
Stash the money in a body bag
Last month I made a killing
You can keep on hating
And it's still hood nation
Somebody text jay-z tell him rap game mine
He can go on vacation
I mean it
Join if you really can't beat it
I warned ya'll niggas so be it
Ain't gonna repeat it
Beast from the south
Yeah I said it
All ya'll niggas is pathetic
Way to petted
Better get your best man ready
I'm feeling real
I'm apologetic oh lord
20 bottles in the VIP boy
I'm just warming up
Hurry dey ran outta 1's
Ay call up the brinks truck
Cause I need it
And every nigga hatin gonna see it
I had to put them diamonds in the Jesus
Keep away the demons
Broke boy I'm never gonna be it
Realest nigga spitting I meant it
Well dog got jammed
And I'm hoping MJ beat it
Where's Johnny Cochrane when you need em
O lord!

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga! =
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Verse 2:]
And Everythang 100
Non believers get punished
We the best hood nation
Best believe we run it
And I run my city
And I run my state
I been stunting these rap niggas
Stay in a child's place
Ain't got no time to waste
Ain't got the time a day
I just pull up to the dealer paid cash on a tag
Why contemplate
Cause I'm Iller
Young nigga young nigga know you be killin
They all in they feelings
I'm humbled I rock up them numbers
I show you the way to the millions
Starvation 3 ain't no love for you busters
It's fuck yo opionon
Please do not ever get comfortable
Cannot ensure your position
This look in my eyes is struggle pain bitch I'm on a mission
I do what I want I say what I please I don't need no permission
It's fuck em
You ain't with the team or love em
Started from the bottom of the gutter
Watch for the lames
Never know they maybe undercover
Shhh man they maybe undercover
Oh sneaky mother fuckers
Since they wanna watch let's run it
I'm do it bigger next summer
With my dog P to
He gone do the range or the coupe
Crib with a beach side view
And my nigga Jay Ri K go to
Boy I swear to God I'm the truth
I'm a beast in the booth
Lookin at the last of a few
Real niggas get to the lou
Let's get it huh?

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Outro: x2]
They ain't had no choice they had to let me in
My foot on all they necks won't them breath again
This greatness in the making I know that within
That hunger nigga this is where it all begin
I'm the one you should fear nigga

ACE HOOD Bugatti (Remix)

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ACE HOOD Bugatti (Remix) Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro: Future and DJ Khaled]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker!
Ace Hood!
This the remix!

[Hook 1: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me
Man y'all need a new hobby
Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toup�e, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
Dam, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, Bugatti done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque
We the best, runnin' every summer in fact
July 16th I'm bringin' the real back
Broward! Pussy

[Bridge: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick
Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get
Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip
And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
And it's paid for nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang
For that, in God we trust, we bang
I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti
I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin'
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but it don't look right
If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you
I graduated out of gladiator school
So all I know is go like I'm trained to do
Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop
Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut
When you see me, I'm cashin' out
Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
Cause I don�t take ass whoopins, just pass �em out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Money conversation
Get so high, I be scrapin'
Got my eyes like a Asian
In my ride, like I'm racin'
In the sky, like a plane
It's Gang or die
Ain't no lames up in my circle
Ain't no ho shit in my eyes
Throwin' money in the air
Poppin' bands and let it fly
Where I'm from, you come up short
Pull that thing and let it fly
You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley
Got so much ink on my body
Brought so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 5: Birdman]
Fresh, whips
Candy on that money dip
Five hundred, I'm hood rich
Put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions
Stunna island, we packin'
Rich gang, we uptown
Nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar
Stunt

[Bridge: Future]

[Verse 6: French Montana]
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how 'melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga, no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten M's
DJ Khaled up in there

[Bridge: Future]

[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]
Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit
All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
Like this, I'mma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid
Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation

[Bridge: Future]

[Verse 8: Ace Hood]
I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nigga

[Bridge: Future]

ACE HOOD Mama

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ACE HOOD Mama Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook: Betty Wright]
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama, can you hear me?
Oh oh oh

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
May eleven special, I was born in God's favor
Mama gave birth in tears through that hard labour
I just wanna thank you, ain't no way I could repay you
Strongest woman that I know, you've been my motivator
And just know I'll be everything that you said I would
Only focus is hoping that all my family good
A lot of ups and downs, a lot of hard times
A lot of cloudy days, prayin for that sun to shine
I was hard headed, granddaddy diabetic
Lord bless her soul, granny kept a fool ready
Five kids, three jobs, how you ever did it?
Tryna make a livin, hustle got me reminiscin
Daddy chose lust over all us
Tell me what's the type of man who never kept in touch
How do you feel? Mama showed me the real
Can't revover them years, too much emotion to feel
We was covered in bills, mama takin them pills
Got er stressin for days, then why the fuck ain't you here
It's why I love er to death, she was dead when they left
Prayin for me every day, Lord honor my steps
I hope you hear my Lord, if yo mama's around
Gotta cherish the love, gotta savor the smile
Never go for nothing, gotta keep it 100
You are the epitome of a strong black woman,
You hear me?

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Dear mama I just wanna say I love you
And if you left toda I don't know what I'd ever do
Sayin this boy ain't nothing like yo mama
Through the road blocks, fake friends and the drama
Mo grilfriends and a chick named karma
Real eyes realize I could call on er
Any time of day, any time of night
Been there from the start up on this journey called life
Now I'm 24 and grown, tourin doin shows
Thankful for it all, know it's been a bumpy road
As we starin at my Rollie, started reminiscin
Boy my bad ass, used to run from all them woopings
But I understand, made me a better man
You hear me mama told you would never want again
I put my pain on the beat, you fed it all to the streets
I'm a believer in me and I be livin the dream
Oh Lord, black boy bout to get feel
Who'da thought that I'd be countin up a couple mill?
All them TV and them magazines were label deals
Talkin bout the struggle, start to give a nigga chills
God it's the press, people still hate
Wasn't for my mama, don't know where I'd be today
Lord have mercy
Don't know where I'd be today

[Bridge: Betty Wright]
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me? [x2]

When all your friends, all your false friends are gone
You know mama's gonna stay and stay and stay and stay 'cause a mama
Mama, can you hear me?
Yea, that's how we do
That's how we do

Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love
Ain't no love like mama's love
Mama, can you hear me?
Ain't no love like mama's love

When your friends tell you how they gon show up and come
And they know bout it there but got it mama
For your support I know you know about a mama
Oh you can count on mama all day, all night, anyway
Mama
I wanna talk about a mama
You know what I'm talkin about
Mama, can you hear me?
Mama
Mama, can you hear me?

ACE HOOD My Bible

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ACE HOOD My Bible Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
I feel alright [x4]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I can hear my granny speaking from the land of heaven
Pray I get the message, bible on me every second
Devils spirits get rejected soon as I detect it
Oh lord I am a sinner, nothing like perfection
Money fetish coming steady barely see the reverend
Hope my life is right with Christ before it's Armageddon
Lord knows it's cold world and it ain't apologetic
Keep my bible on my side just know I'm armed and ready
If we got a problem, scriptures like 100 choppers
Ain't no weapon for what gets me to whatever prosper
Devils come in different forms watch for the impostors
Cause' everybody ain't your friends put that on my momma
Words of the wise, faith and hope will never die
Prayin to a higher God before I rest an eye
Seven angels on my collar must I testify?
Know some youngin's totin' guns before they baptized
Man this world is out of order, keep ya' holy water
Daddy gotta go, I kiss the cheek on my lil' daughter
Steady hustlin' just to support my covenant
Bible with me that's stronger than any government
I'm never worried devil lurking, trying to serve a purpose
Triple black phantom ghost, lord have mercy
Only God can judge me I never need attorney
Hear my momma prayin' for me on this lonely journey (amen)

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
How sweet is the sound
Bloodsuckers, never trust em' I don't keep em' around
Holding on to my Jesus piece, no demons allowed
Put that ice in the crown, never preachin the foul
Know the snakes are watching
Every dollar to pocket
Jealousy in your soul, every nigga will gossip
Lord knows I'm sinning, timberlands in the trenches
Psalms 91, please lord protect those with me
Why they hate on me? I got my strap on me
It came with a million bullets come and test out these
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Got the word of God for any spirit that's there
Got the blood of Jesus on my white Nike Airs
Lion hearted lil' nigga with the force of a bear
I'm beast mode, never wanna see that side I suppose
And my eyes closing, praying for niggas with hate in they soul
Please guide my steps, cause' it's hell out there
Pussy niggas playin dirty tryin' to plan my death
20 Jesus pieces on me like I can't be touched
Every soul needs saved but it can't be rushed
People dying everyday just pray it ain't one of us
Keep my bible right beside me know what God I trust.
Yes lord, amen, amen
Long as I got my bible
Long as I got my bible
I scream (Jesus)

ACE HOOD How I'm Raised

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ACE HOOD How I'm Raised Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby

[Verse 1:]
I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
Hope the Lord watch over me cause I'm a need his mercy
And I'm a put this real shit and this one in my verse
That's just how I'm raised
Ain't never snitched or told on my dawg
Ain't never copped a plea to get off
Ain't never testified on no stand
Ain't never point a hand at no man
I done seen gangstas, niggas turn stay
Seen some friends who turned into snakes
I ain't never took for granted no days
Start getting money, them niggas will hate
Pray every day cause a youngin do sin
Trap with that 40, don't need I'm a friend
Rack up a millie then do it again
Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
Wake up, I'm thinkin the Lord's giving
Kiss my lil daughter then hoped in the Benz
Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends

[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby

[Verse 2:]
I heard them people out there, be cautious
Bitch niggas runnin off like forces
That's the type of shit that get you in a coffin
No talkin, that 4-5 sparkin
Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
Get em higher but it really don't phase me
Straight cashin, I whip no payments
I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
All of my life I just wanted to ball
Most of my niggas still dodging the law
Rest in peace to my homies that lost
Word to my fam, I do it for ya'll
Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
When you go broke there'll be no one to call
You's in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
Only interested if we talkin money
Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
Come now lay me down to sleep
Thank the Lord for every day I see
Told my mama put it all on me

[Hook:]
I chase that money every day I wake
Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
And I just won't stop until my family straight
That's just how I'm raised baby
And these niggas got me fucked up if they don't think I'm grinding
Dude you must be fucked up if you don't see me shinin
Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
That's just how I'm raised baby

ACE HOOD Bugatti

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ACE HOOD Bugatti Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro: Future]
We the motherfucking best nigga
Ace Hood
It's Over, Future

[Bridge: Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP

[Hook: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
you and your model put that on my list
oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow a choke
Hit her and go, I won't call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipping some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on niggas like Kobe
fuck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
repping my city I�m running my state
give me a pistol then run with the K�s
Niggas want beef then I visit your place
Bang!

[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP

[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
> Yeah, and I'm at it again
there go the flow bringing tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
counting money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
niggas is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian shit
niggas is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real niggas only enjoying the feast
pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves
Bang

[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP

[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
it's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
that�s why I hustle for the half a Ki that's 12 G�s
> I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP
you gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league
> Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill
and what it is? Ricky Rose? and Ace Hood
we hella Trill
yeah

[Bridge]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP

[Hook]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti

ACE HOOD Pray For Me

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ACE HOOD Pray For Me Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
Paranoid going through it Oh Lord! Somebody pray for me please somebody amen somebody

[Hook:]
Somebody pray for me somebody pray for me ain't got no fucking mind somebody help me please them niggas still snitching no common loyalty boy I'm so stressed out too many lawyer fees somebody pray for me somebody pray for me them pussy niggas mad they filled with jealousy I got that problem solver now where my enemies somebody pray for me somebody pray for me

[Verse 1:]
I think I'm going crazy I think I lost my mind feel like the feds watching I think they tapped my line I'm going through paranoia just paid another lawyer got to keep the devil off me I need some holy water Lord somebody pray for me somebody pray for me I got so much money bitch I can't go to sleep I lost my granny Georgia oh may she rest in peace I took a bunch of diamonds put 'em in my Jesus piece I'm sick and tired of crying all my niggas in the city dying either that or prison cells they doing so much time I just won't ever get it that clip gonna come extended the last nigga threatened mine I swear he end up missing

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm calling out to God I hope he get the message just bought a brand new choppa run up and you'll regret it my baby momma tripping that shit gonna have me stressing that money bring you haters but still know it's a blessing somebody pray for me somebody pray for me just 'cause I'm in the 'rari police wanna fuck with me they think I'm selling dope my neck a half a key my bitch is bad as hell she come from overseas this world is going crazy the streets is getting worser don't wanna get caught without it that's why I keep my burna oh please forgive me father the type to never bother you try my mother sister daughter you won't see tomorrow

[Hook]

Lord Lord somebody pray for me somebody somebody oh Lord!

ACE HOOD Hope

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ACE HOOD Hope Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Verse 1:]
I feel you
To every girl who ain't never had a daddy, and every boy who ain't never have a mother
To that pretty woman lost in the world, who seem to think another man won't love her
All the homies locked up in the pen, who can never seem to dodge that trouble
Hold your head up high cause there's better days, hard times I was praying for them better ways
I don't know a niggas struggle but I know pain
Cold world but a nigga trying to maintain
Still praying for a little change
Bills due and I can't pay
Or when your money low when your rent late
And doc say granny gone after thirty days
You don't even know the half of my heartache
Too many I done lost is a heartbreak
And they wonder why this young nigga goin' hard I done came too far from my boulevard
Couple war wounds, few battle scars, but I'm still here living gotta thank God.
It's a cold world, it don't love you
Funny what a little faith and a hope do
Lord

[Hook:]
And I know my momma praying for me,
And my granny praying for me,
I'm hustling for my family and that's every day and night,
And the day I witnessed my daughter born it was the greatest day of my life, my life.
Yeah take a look in my eyes, look how far a nigga came
You can search my soul, you understand my pain
Nigga trust nobody, and that probably never change
With a little bit of hope, you can reach your dreams

[Verse 2:]
For anybody who done ever had a dream, you are just like me
Still beleving in myself even when them niggas hated and they told me that it could not be
You's a muhfuckin' lie, motivate a nigga when you see him on the block
Tell me how it feel when you struggle with the bills, and your momma take pills, and you never seen your pop.
That put a dent right into my childhood,
Still praying that I want to live good.
Selling dope get you hoes and them nice cars,
I'm just thinking if I really should.
Small city young nigga with a mindset
Ain't never trying to be another convict
See I can't lose, and I won't quit
As long as God in my heart then I'm conscious
Remember when they said I wouldn't be shit?
People doubted that I ever had a gift
Who the fuck are you to judge me nigga? I will never let them sink my ship
Through the trials and tribulations, nigga still I stand, thank God in advance

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Growing up I wanted to be like Jordan,
Even though I couldn't really afford it.
Who's to say I can't be an Obama,
A Tiger Woods worth about a billion dollars?
Everybody wanna sell a little coke,
Cause it's cool to them niggas you know.
Nobody wanna be another judge.
Young niggas only looking for the plug (hope)
Watch your momma doing dope
Daddy locked in the pen
And you on your own
Gotta keep your head up
When you're tired and fed up
Better days gon' come
Better days gon' come

[Hook]

ACE HOOD Rider

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ACE HOOD Rider Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
If I call my baby
She pick up the phone every time
At the the drop of a dime
That rider

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
Had no money, would you still love me?
If I got jammed up and did a little time
Would you still be the woman who gon' hold it down
Through the hard times
And the cloudy days
Would you stand strong?
Would you run away?
All the bullshit, and all the heartache
She still ridin' with a nigga since the first day
Her ambitions of a rider
She would be around if I never had a dollar
She would be my nurse if I ever need a doctor
Bonnie and Clyde, she never side with the coppers
Never break code, forever be loyal
Never break ties 'til we buried in the soil
If it ever go down, she trynna go too
Down for whatever bullshit I'm going through
She's my backbone
Nothing like that feeling
When I'm in her so long
Passion and that loveing that between us so strong
Grippin' on that ass, she just tell me hold on
She could be the wife, maybe one day
Have a few kids go and travel out the state
She gonna ride or die for a nigga 'til the grave
And I hope it never change

[Hook:]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Need a down bitch for a real nigga
Never lied to her, keep it real with her
Got her own money, but she a go getter
She allergic to them broke and the ho niggas
Rule number one is that it ain't none
Probably make shawty my wife when the day come
Nothing like a pretty lady who can roll up
Them other hoes, yeah they mad, so what?
Me and you for life, team us
Big face rollies, you can get the same one
I'm in that Mulsanne, you in that coupe, what?
Ain't that many people 'round that I do trust
You the last of a dying breed
Ride for me baby, everything is guaranteed
Anything you ever wanted, or ever need
Turn life out of any dream
I mean that, keep it 100
When I need that, she gon' come runnin'
When I fiend for it, give that ass to me
Never tell her no, she get the last from me
If I get jail, gotta go to court
She be right there, need I say more?
Love

[Hook: x2]
Your girl don't need any kind of lover
Be the right kind of lover
Be the kind of girl
Make me want to turn you to a mother
And I promise, promise, baby
There'll be always and forever
Yeah, we'll always be together
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)
If you show me your ambitions of a rider
(Your ambitions of a rider)