Saturday, October 1, 2016

ACE HOOD Tear Da Roof Off

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ACE HOOD Tear Da Roof Off Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

Pour up some liquor chasin� with the juice,
I came to party what you came to do?
I got them Rose bottles by the bucket,
Grab ya dawg and tell him �Fuck it, go all out or nothin��.
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka,
Shout out to DJ in this muhfucka,
Bottles in the air, you ballin� like a muhfuckaaaaaaa,

[Verse 1]
I�m fresh to death and they know this, hoppin� out of that Beamer,
Fresh up out of that Neiman, Marcus rockin� the meanest,
Fly shit with my fly bitch, ass phatter than Trina,
Pullin� up to the club I swear my swagga on a seizure,
Make yo bitch Beat Bop the sneaker, she know where to meet us,
Bitch I�m not a star, don�t carry no V�Gers,
Got them faces in my Levi�s, flyer than your G5�s,
Big money what I rely, you are just a peon,
And I bounce around, I�m in focus,
Rose is all that we pourin�, smoking all of that doja, standin� on all them sofas,
Tear dat roof up off this muhfucka, man fuck it,
Club buckin� in this muhfucka, you say you like it, huh?


[Verse 2]
Everybody on liquor, homies rollin� them swishers,
Everybody takin� pictures, seen her friends but I like her sister,
Got that ass round and I need it, don�t make me repeat it,
Swaggin� out of this world, confident, conceited,
Drinkin� Rose after bottles, riiiiiiiight, and I�m with them models,
Like I�m �thicker than a Snicker� type, that�s what I like,
Tear da roof up off this muhfucka, hey mister DJ, bring it back off in this muhfuckaaaaaaaaa,
Yeah, so fuck who got a problem wit it,
Got me into my zone, I can handle my own, they not in my division,
Gotta pocket full of green, and a Ray Benz black with diamonds yellow, homie,
See ya money too small, sorry, you cannot join this ceremony.


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