ACE HOOD Sex Dance

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ACE HOOD Sex Dance Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Yeah, that's the spot right, I know you like that
Ok your clothes all gone but your legs wide open
Hope you like snakes swimming all in your ocean
Like it on top say she diggin my motion
Rubbin on the clic now she gusshin out lotion

Beat the pussy up
Then I beat the pussy down
Now she makin sounds every time a nigga pounds
Ima beast in the sheets
Beast on the beats
Hit me late night when u say you can't sleep
Put her under hypnosis doses, doses
Put it so deep you can feel it in your ulcer
Throw u on the wall like a mothafucking poster
Then I wear u out like some penny-ass lofers
Banger, banger, five disk changer
Dick so good turn your chick into a singer
Suck it up great
Please clean da plate
Holdin on your waist catch it all in your face
U nasty, real nasty
This da type of shit that make u happy?
She say she like it
I'm like u do huh?
3 rounds but my shit is gettin too numb
Boy I'm too dumb
Wit da flow doh
I'm the man run the shit like flow joe
I do my sex dance then I beat it up
In the mirror uhh

I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn't wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit da pussy one day
N I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her feenin then I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit... I'm talkin good dick
When u finally hit that fine ass thick chick

Girl I'm nothin like the nex man
Type to get ya body hot like a sun tan
Yeah, after that I do my sex dance
U can't even walk u might need a kick stand

Beat that pussy like ya stole my wallet
I cud tell she like it just a little more violent
Fuckin everywhere from the broom to the counter
Hair messed up u gone need another stylist
Ask her do she like it
Told me dat she love it
Sweat runnin down
Gotta her feelin like a oven
I does this shit
Dawm u thick
Standing in the mirror like did that shit

I do my sex dance sex, sex dance
When u know u did the job do your sex dance
Yeah I killed that shit, she love this dick
Now watch a niggah wabble like boy get it get it
I met a bad bitch chillin on a monday
Told her I cud be her chocolate sunday
She was trippin she didn't wanna give me no play
But I knew I had to hit the pussy one day
And I did my sex dance sex, sex dance
Caught her pheenin n I swept her like a dust pan
Man I mean that good shit
I'm talking good dick
When u finally hit that bad ass thick chick

Ok now boy I'ma jerk she did came first
Fumes overheated by the way the shit burst
Got a small ass smirt... ace why u smiling?
Thinkin in my head how I gave her that bomin
Gave her that bomin
Yeah that bomptin
Bet she tell her friends and they probably get astonish
Say it's my pussy hold it down like bondage
Friends wanna piece like umm call me!
Ahaha give ya what ya need
If u gunna pheen I cud give ya what ya need
U can come n join the team
Give ya what ya need
U cud come n join the team

[Chorus til the end...]

ACE HOOD Pain

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ACE HOOD Pain Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Michael was shot in the street,
Murdered by fuckin police,
Sisters, and brothers, the fathers, the mothers,
The streets are beginning to weep,
Innocent brothers who covered in color
Were seem like we die every week,
Fuck it I'm Malcolm X
My people in critical need of a speech
Should I be worried?
Should I be worried to walk out the door?
Please do not shoot me
Please do not shoot me, I'm goin' to the store
My mama be worried
She just expectin' for me to come home
The world is too crazy,
The reason my daughter gets schoolin' at home
Father forgive me, you know I be sinnin'
I woke up this mornin', I'm panickin'
Still can't believe it
That Robin Williams, the suicide death was so troubling
People are dyin'
City of Ferguson started a riot
Shoot up another
They just want people afraid of the siren,

A local 18 year old was shot and killed by police in Ferguson

My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
I pray that one day all this shit gonna change
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?

Fuck is still wrong with America?
Obama got us hysterical
We gon' need God, we gon' need savin'
I think we need us a miracle
They say the pain never made it
Why can't nobody explain it?
Meanin' to tell me that all of them people are missing?
It's fuckin' outrageous
How many soldiers gon' die again?
People so filled up with violence
Takin' our lives and it's done by the ISIS
They kill us to send us the messages

So any attempt by you, Obama, will result in the bloodshed of your people

Fuck 'em, we never love 'em
Innocent babies are taken from mothers
We are in trouble and life is a struggle
See we need some guidance, can't turn on each other
Lord, don't get it twisted
Brenda, she still can't find her lil' baby
She's 17
What the fuck are you gon' do with a baby?
These niggas crazy
Challenges burnin' theirself on the daily
Fuck your complainin'
I seen the look on them babies in Haiti

My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
I pray that one day all this shit gonna change
My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?

You took my son away from me.
You know how hard it was to me,to get him to stay in school and graduate?
You know how many black men graduate?
Not many, because you bring them down to this type of level where they feel like they don't got nothin' to live for anyway,
they gon' try to take me out anyway.

My city in pain, my niggas in pain, the world is in pain
How much more pain do we gotta contain?
How much more pain do we gotta contain?

ACE HOOD Mr. Nice Guy

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ACE HOOD Mr. Nice Guy Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy

[Verse 1:]
You lookin' at a lion in a dogfight
Shooters knock the bulb out your nightlight
Nigga, I'm the illest, that's in real life
Boy, you better chill, don't get gassed by the crowd hype
I can send a shot to make 'em act right
I suggest you go and get an ally
Know I got the heat, like I'm Pat Ri'
Beast of the South, wear the hat like a Rabbi
Nigga, I ain't impressed
Nigga, I ain't even flex
I ain't mentioned in your top five?
This the day that they regret it
Fuck 'em
Ballin' like the Rucker
Shout my nigga P [?] they in trouble
They ain't on my level
Big stones in the bezel
I'm a ruler with the flows, niggas can't even measure
Whatcha sayin' nigga?
I don't play games on the playground
I just go to bussin' like a Greyhound
Ain't the type of guy to [?] 'round
Speakin' of the South, I'm the one who hold the weight down
Who the fuck is these niggas?
Who the fuck is these niggas?
I'm kinda sick in the head
Ask H-I-V who the motherfuckin' illest

[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy

[Verse 2:]
Fuck niggas around, I expose 'em
I am the one who the chosen
Fuck your devotion
I make 'em stir up commotion
I make 'em lock in and focus
Bitch, I'm a problem
Way too much chains on my collar
Hoes commit sin for a dollar
She just keep suckin'
Head is so good, she a scholar
Rolly on prezi Obama
I am a stoner
Pockets on Rosie O'Donnell
Loyalty's just what I honor
Out for the commas
Rap niggas don't want no drama
Just know I'm [?] Yolanda
Ain't no more chillin'
I got more bars than a prison
I am on point with precision
Aim at your fitted
Dope as the coke in the kitchen
Ego too big for the business
I'm disrespectful, that's just the thing I intended
Testin', I don't recommend it
Stay on my pivot
My name I dare you to mention
Flow is on fuckin' tremendous
Ya'll better warn everybody
I'm a young Vince Lombardi
Fuck you gon' teach to a coach, nigga?
I tried told niggas

[Hook:]
No more mister nice guy
(You done fucked up now)
From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide
You ain't with the clique
Wasn't with me from the get
Now these niggas wanna dick-ride
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy
Hate to introduce you all to that guy
Fuck it
No more mister nice guy

[Outro:]
Oh! Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
Now you fucked up!
You have fucked up now!

ACE HOOD Mr. Hood

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ACE HOOD Mr. Hood Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Now I dun been so talked about and laughed at,
Doubted by my family,
Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs,
Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac�
This is where it started at, way before that We The Best,
I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks,
Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at,
I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow,
I was thinkin� bigger shit, they just want some 24?s,
Me I�m dreaming millionaire, I don't think they hear me though,
Slidin� with my brother them, what you think that rental fo�
Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth,
Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt,
Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them
Couple months I�m outta here broward county pioneer,
Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships,
Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him,
And I play the game how I�m �posed to got my name all on
Them posters I ain't boastin I�m jus� stating facts,
And I�m taking over fuck you loners,
Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat
I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord,
All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs,
Flow is super sick, I�m talkin herpey sores
Biggest shit in years, I�m talkin jersey shores,
ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same,
Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name,
That's why I hustle like I�m ten of yall,
And they don't believe me check my protocal
I�m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames
I jus� hope you get the picture
Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain,
None you niggas pose a threat, y�all ain't in my target,
Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan,
Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet,
Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution,
They don't want it with the kid, gladly get abortion,
See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion,
Think I'm really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ,
Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I�m talkin oregon,
Ride the beat no choruses, like I�m in some foreign shit,
Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this,
Ballin like I�m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship,
This is where I'm at today, you should come and follow him,
I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship,
Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship,
3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don't see the rest,
I don't care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat,
Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get,
Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get,
Man you niggas never pose a threat.

ACE HOOD Lord Knows (Freestyle)

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ACE HOOD Lord Knows (Freestyle) Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Muthafuck them other niggas be the state of mind
Got them haters on the job like it�s a 9 to 5
Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly homie
I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
Lord knows I be shittin� on �em
Hottest nigga since that weather out in Arizona
Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
I�m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
Got them bitches throwin� pussy what the asses out
True story, new glory
Money stacking taller than a two story
Real niggas countin money, never gets boring
Last year I made a million of the state touring
Fuck boys, know what you talking bout
I run my own team, aint no room for mascots
Look around, peep at the winners circle
We the niggas touching paper like a social worker
Plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
Wear rubber, cus these Spanish bitches so fertile
Lord Knows I be going hard
RIP my nigga Daniel, remember that garage
Long nights, before that rap shit
I was thinking moving keys like a locksmith
No sir, the cops
Them crackers dirty, I just hope you keep ya name clear
Waiting for a nigga, trippin� I just stand still
I aint trippin� I just stand still
Lord knows that I�m stressed out
Walking through these roadblocks with my chest out
Damn, 23 and made a million dollars
Fucking put a quarter million dollars round a collar
Couple more to cop a Phantom I aint talking opera
They sya my flow sick I should see a fucking doctor
Real niggas in ya presence
Chopper raise a nigga head like you present
Broward County I am that
Only nigga in my city riding Maybach�s
Motivation, motivation, my niggas fans are dead
They only location?
And thats word to my daughter
I�m just tryna make it your headquarters
Word up

ACE HOOD Just Living

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ACE HOOD Just Living Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Mr.Hooddd

Okay
Keys to the benz
Breeze in the wind
Chicks get a tan
LV�s in the lense
Fresh like some homemade drinks in the fridge
Gotta keep a bad chick, click and her friends
I'm just living my life, neck full of ice
See the rims roll like the game of the dice
Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top
Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice
Nevermind was the price, cop it on site
Neck looking like a city fell full of lights
I'm a made ass nigga, bank and bigger
Only 19 when I seen 6 figures
Lord knows I�m a sinner, knows my dilemma
Keep a thick knott, in my hard blue denim
Let the hot water simmer, friends turn bitter
Hope a nigga fall when they scream out timber,
I be cool like the winter, no Decemeber
Two bad chicks, that's a two piece dinner
Ridin in a benz, I�m a Rose sippa
Pour a little out
R.I.P my niggasss

Uh,
Okay I came in the game, pray for the change
Click that I claim, put the name on the chain
Couple years of the fame, life ain't the same
Plenty champagne, first class on the planes
And it got a nigga laid, I just feel I'm in the daze
Music that I made, I just started gettin praise
Everyday I pray, god keep me in the wave
Never let it phase, now I'm really gettin paid
See a nigga swag, courtside Heat game
Probably routin on my nigga Lebron James
The homie Dwayne Wade, just lookin out for the fay
Jay that's in your face, the champs is on the way
Swoosh I'm in the coupe, oops there goes the roof
True my bitch bad, and ass as thick as a nuis
My cash will introduce, my swagger in the room
Hit a couple of buttons, and the engine will vroom vroom
Shorty frontin to fuck, she�ll kindly get the broom
And its facts so don't assume
Man you niggas are after, like noon
And tell my moms new crib, got plenty of rooms

Ye, Eyy, Hahaha
We on our way to the good times baby

ACE HOOD I'm The Bomb

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ACE HOOD I'm The Bomb Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro]
Street Certified!
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Outta time

[Verse]
Yeah
This the grenade flow came to set the bomb on ya (bomb on ya)
Head on 'em, very bright, call me street corner (ow!)
See watch your words 'cause the choppa heat speak coma (yah!)
Hot nigga bitch, Arizona, California (whoo!)
Cash surfin', hit the bank like cowabunga (cowabunga)
Every summer make it rain while you just thunder
Baby, I do numbers, 28 red Hummers
Never played the band, Mac 11 hand drummer
He ain't sayin' nothin', clean hundred seen comin'
You think he seen somethin', bullets got 'em mean muggin'
Got his whole team swearin' they ain't seen nothin'
A lot of sound, get yo baby mother face busted
The feds want him but that Lamborghini speed on 'em (vroom!)
Call the Fettucini, swag on the tag homie (tag homie)
Mr. Miyagi flow, kickin' down the damn door (b-bow!)
Hot diamonds on the wrist, call it Hellfroze
An animal, I'm eatin' niggas like Hannibal
I'm 'bout to blow, when I land, call me cannonball
I'm rappin' circles 'round these Urkels, they in metapause (metapause?)
We never fall, tell these haters grow a set of balls
So i can shoot 'em in and luck can play the cheddar ball (huh?)
You cross that water into Florida, welcome to the Mob (yeah?)
You see that Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?)
'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie
Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots
Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last round
And all hands down, better be a man down
We ain't trippin', bury him into a sand pile
I'm a land mine, better watch the damn ground (bow!)
Ha! Yeah! So what you motherfuckers sayin' now? (sayin now)
He the next, yeah the best, bitch hands down (down)

[Outro]
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
I'm the bomb, motherfucka, I'm the bomb (I'm the bomb)
Tick, tick, bow!
Outta time

ACE HOOD I Need Your Love

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ACE HOOD I Need Your Love Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Intro:]
Ace, we killin em baby

[Trey Songz:]
I need your love, need your love

[Ace Hood:]
See me at the mall chilling with a lady
So fine, she mine hey baby

[Trey Songz:]
Oh I need your love, need your love

[Ace Hood:]
Just right my type what I like
And that dress fit nice can we kick it tonight?

[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the
End of the night shots to the head
Just to clear my mind baby I'm a sag
Tell me what's your sign from the
Bottom to the top girl you just my kind
I need your love (ohoh), need your love

[Ace Hood:]
Got my mind so blown bay so what?
Showin up, wait baby hol' up

Her love shawty know I really need that
Can't live without it I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick thinking how the waist sits, so thick
Man that ass need a D cal, May weather with the stick at the
Beat down throw it back I'm a snatch ya like a rebound, Buss that
Yeah shawty like a grey hound, what up doe lil mama from the
D town girl I need your love it's like fresh air kick it with a young
Prince like bel air just as long as you never do a farewell, they steal, but
They'll never get to touch still, see you bad as hell and they know it
Fresh up outta the shower with that lotion, bend it over you
Might cause a commotion reminiscin how I'm swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the swag up on em with the fly red bottoms, me
And you make sense get them other boys pissed, cause they already got er,
Cause I need that love, swear it's something like a drug, come fucks with a thug from the bed to the tub

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
That's right shawty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right on the
Water with the stars and the moonlight I
Deserve that love you the wife type
Make sense I'm a boss and you need that
Upgraded, hand bags, baby burkin
Credit cards going hard up in neimans
Like Camron bay I really mean it,
Ha that's my sense of humour and
See I'm like really Tryna pursue you but
I know your last boyfriend was a loser and I
Ain't lying I'm just way more cooler Ha, I'm a
Fly young man take ya anywhere wanna I'm the
Guy can hoping for that chance I can give you my time
For your love in advance, and that's all I demand so
Shawty watcha sayin, money ain't a thang lil mama
You can trip to the land we ain't even gotta plan, put
Ya feet in the sand and it's back to the suite, no sleep in
The bed, straight freak in the sheets I'm a beast with
The D so D, damn

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it)
Ya that ass looking perfect
Girl look at how you work it
You ain't even have to pay for it
(I know it) Uh flying in that jeep truck
With the doors off, top off can you take yours?
Off Ha-ha I'm so crazy ain't that the reason why
You love me baby Girl you killin em hoes (I know it)
Watch ya walk by (wait for it) she already know
That I keep that shit Hunnit, fuck er with my shades
On call me stevie wonder put it so deep she can feel
It in her stomach dick so good I can tell it when she
Run it, eyes rolled back I can tell it when you cuming
Tongue game mean I can tell it when she love me

[Trey Songz:]
Just Tryna get it right for the end of the night
Shots to the head just to clear my mind
Baby I'm a sag, tell me what's you're sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you're just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love

ACE HOOD Bedroom Music

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ACE HOOD Bedroom Music Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Ok Bedroom
No panties on
You fuckin right
That's what I like
Let me stroke your body, put you on top of that dresser mami
Tryna dig into your treasure
So deep you can never find me
Grey goose with a lil em trees
Lets have a pussy party
Let me get this party started
I know you oh so horny
I know you want me baby
I know you need me baby
I can tell you feenin crazy
By the way your body shakin
Tattoos all over your ass
Damn right that's gutta lady
Ima put that ass to sleep
Cuz I got that tranquilizer
Your legs together
Please divide them
Its been decided
Let me inside it

Cant live without you
Now you know what I mean by that?
What you mean hood
You see them pretty lips
Seperate them from [?]
Play with that lil pussy
See I might use that you know that ice if um if necessary
Oh yeah
I cut my phone off so my homies couldn't get to me

Ok
Round 2
Down you
Them back shots
I pound you
Now gonna throw that ass back
Ima give it to you so nasty
Smack smack
Back back
Damn that ass fat
Gutta
I came back
Still in motion
Our body heat
Is hella smokin
Let me put my tounge beween it
Na I'm jokin
But I really really was hopin
Wanna get into that ocean
Feelin like world war
My explosion
So open wide
No time for chokin
No time for chokin
Suck it right
No time for chokin
Ahhhhhh

Cant live without you
And I told her
Ima make you cum all night(yes)
And if you think I'm playin
I got on that barry white
See when I put this into you so deep(swear to god)
You gonna tell all your friend

Pussy money weed
That's all we need
Your body and mine
Combined that's all I feen
And I'm gettin into it
Tryna maneuver while your fluid drippin
I puts in work
Strictly business
I'm nasty ain't it
I'm nasty ain't it
Wait your pussy sayin

Cant live without you
That was amazing
I appreciate you for takin this journey with me
Cant nobody do it like mr. hood do it huh
Nice tour of your body (ya feel me)
I bet the neighbors know my name
I bet your bestfriends wonderin where you been
Call me when you wake up
Ill see you next time

ACE HOOD All Bets On Ace

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ACE HOOD All Bets On Ace Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at?
I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons
See the curtains is black
I murder you niggas for certain and
I be in and be back
Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact
Hop on any track and demolish
Don't you bother wit' that
Cuz that bitch who bother
Me them hollows out the Tahoe
We be poppin' like it's bottles
Chop you up like a sarodo in fact
I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack
Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that
Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack
I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat
But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks
Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place
Put dat heater to yo' face
And tell you lead me to the safe
Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place
This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace
That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies
If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes
Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time
I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind
Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma
Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista
Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil
We are rebels
Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles
Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch
I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander
I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo
Make you scramble from this ammo
That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time
You asinine, I'm mastermind
And half the time I'm over time
And after mine there will be none
If there's some they runnin' from me half the time
Yes I am a problem I be wildin'
I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet
What you drivin'? Give me diamonds
Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot
Quitted college just to follow me the sight
See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face
Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K
I am runnin' in yo' place it is I
Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D
Mister get you when you sleep
Mister see me in the street
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep
I just go eat
And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece
Just let me get a lil' piece
I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G
A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y
All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes
And bitch I'm on some murder mind
And bitch I'm on some other grind
You can't compare me to yo' kind
Just listen up and wonder why
Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion
Can't imagine, ever yappin'
I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it
Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction
Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta
Like I told you niggas befo'
See I be in and be back
I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack
Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track
Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat
And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest
It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best
And next time I come around have that check and da cash
Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man
Yeah, put it all on yo' man
October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance

ACE HOOD 100 Foreva

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ACE HOOD 100 Foreva Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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I�m sick of these niggas, I�m tired of these niggas
I do not fuck with a lot of these niggas
Gangster hitters, I be with gorillas
Strapped and they ready, you want it you get it
Please do not play with my paper, you finished
Patience is short but them choppers extended
My youngins they thuggin�, they smoking, they fucking
They still out to get it but facing a sentence
Fuck do you phonies be talking about
You do not know what that drama�s about
Make you a promise, I promise to ride
Streets is a struggle, I�m tryna survive
Look the bitches, the money we getting
Champagne that we sipping and foreigns to drive
I pull up on em and shit on your lawn
On my paper say owner, you know that it�s mine
I�m ready for beef just to capitalize
Rappers are petty, they pussy, vajin
Turn your little block to a vacated sign
They get to shooting like red line
Tony Montana, the crib in Atlanta
Thinking bout copping the Wraith or the Phantom
Jump on the jet in my fucking pajamas
Shout out my niggas 100 forever
All my lil niggas are still on probation
My [?] just caught him a charge, I�m praying he dodge immigration
He say fuck it�s PO and he still on them papers
And he just bought him a chopper, he told me it come with a laser

[Hook:]
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
Watch how you maneuver

I'm getting tired of tellin' you niggas
Don�t do the zoo, but I know some gorillas
Catch me a body on beats I�m a killer
Flow like a chopper that shot up a villa
Boy don�t forget me, I be with the sinners
I am a vet and you such a beginner
Bitch I run the summers and stunt in the winters
See 90 percent of your shit ain�t remembered
I�m back in this bitch and aim straight at your chest
Kick in the door till I get my respect
Heard the new music, it made me depressed
Free all my niggas that call me collect
We be the business, the lord as my witness
I�m way too committed, no time for them bitches
Shout out Ms. Simmons, you know you can get it
I�m the building, them shooters attending
Like knowledge, we ready for war
Nigga was young when I jumped off the porch
Gave up the tigers and now want the Porsche
Once I got right then my mama divorced
Play with my people, I show no remorse
Throw on my jewelry then show up to court
Crib is so big it look like a resort
Nigga we made it, I�m faded of course
Fuck all these niggas, we fucking they bitch
Hate when they act like they bout it, I guess they just want some attention
Don�t let my humbleness fool you nigga
Call up my niggas to call up they niggas to do you nigga

[Hook]

All of my niggas 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shout out my bitch is 100 forever
I'll be that nigga 100 forever
Shooters, my shooters
Yeah we down to do you
We can make a movie
I'll be that nigga 100 forever

ACE HOOD We Don't

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ACE HOOD We Don't Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook x2: Ace Hood]
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(We don't fuck with you, nigga)
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
(Don't fuck with you)
You can't sit with us, you can't hit the blunt
Just to tell the truth, we don't fuck with you

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you
I can smell that fake from like a mile or two
Only smoke that loud, and not that reggie, mayne
I got all my whips in all my bitches names
Standin' on your sofa, nigga, fuck your couch
Niggas like some bitches, they just run their mouth
Askin' all them questions, boy your mind gone
Boy you must be workin' for the 5-0
Niggas out here ballin' for a season
Watch these bitches, they are so misleadin'
This real nigga air you cannot breathe in
I just want you to give me a reason
I, don't fuck with these niggas
I say now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I love my alphabets, all I smoke is Ls
Yeah, C+ is the police, I don't fuck with 12s
I spent too much money on the package for the scale
I need my money up front cause I don't trust the mail
I'm gon' rip this beat apart if the bass good
My block is like a deck of cards, Ace Hood
I wanna know just who you are and if you taste good
I can go anywhere I want because my face good (A1)
Got this lil' bitch I jump up on like a skateboard (kick, push)
Every time that I need some money, I take some
She'll suck my dick and go and kiss her nigga
Stop it, my Pan 4-door, fuck you, hit my middle finger

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Just know my circle small and I don't trust nobody
We gon' have to weigh that money, too much profit pilin'
I just love to stunt on all my old hoes
I do not fuck with that bitch, she cannot keep her legs closed
I'm runnin' the game, I'm fuckin' them lames
Forrealla, forreal, that head was insane
But all of these niggas be frontin'
All of my niggas be stuntin'
Livin' this life and we love it
We gettin' this money, I keep it 100
Say I, don't fuck with these niggas
I say, now I, ain't lovin' these bitches
Cross my heart and hope to die

[Hook]

ACE HOOD Supposed To Do

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ACE HOOD Supposed To Do Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Hook:]
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it�s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it�s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Still in the make and I wanna be great but they tell me be patient
Don't compare me to none of these niggas in the game
Cause they way too basic
And I'm just that amazing, I reach them stages
In the league with the majors
Nigga fuck your blogs, nigga fuck your statements
The fuck you thinkin'
Nah, ain't doing no more favors
Never hit a nigga just to make me famous
Little nigga, flows go crazy
And them other nigga's can't tame me
Flame me, blame me
All the nigga's that doubt it
All ya'll nigga's some cowards
All ya'll nigga's step up and get devoured
Six feet deep with bouquet of flowers
Tell me what, what am I supposed to do
Cause respect for mine is so overdue
I'm the best in it, just pay attention, take a closer view
Cause ain't nothing like them and ain't nothing like you
These niggas changed like Clark in the booth
Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes
I buy your bitch like pay per view
I set the standards, I dare you to
What's competition, come show me proof
This God flow, this Jesus Christ
That's say a prayer before I sleep at night
I'm still sinnin', don't be offended
My dick intended for a Spanish wife
This chess homie, not checkers niggas
Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures
What am I supposed to do?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Skepta]
They keep telling me I'm the best in the country
And I like how that sounds
You think you Superman, I get the Kryptonite, and bring you right back down
Yeah, you know the drill, I kill MC's til it's overkill
But how many more am I supposed to kill
Til niggas stop putting my name
Next to these just come rappers, I'm so embarrassed
I'm in the booth working my magic
My nigga in the studio, heard my lyrics and put his hands on his head like Khaled
These other MC's need practice
Cause when I heat up, it's a madness
Hundred degrees, niggas melt like plastic
Lyrical war, yeah that's my language
I turn Super Saiyan, bitch
Just so you know I ain't playin', bitch
I heard nigga's like you before
You got a good flow, but you ain't sayin' shit
Just a bunch of words with no meaning, no heart, no feeling
But when I lay it down, I lay it down so nice
It's my name everybody screamin'
And we don't care what it cost
Me and my nigga's, we all gotta floss
Don't give a shit how you talk round' here
Better talk properly when you talk to the boss
You amateur, say you got fans online, few shows, and a manager
Think you've got the game on lock
I press start, here comes new challenger (challenger)
Skepta

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
There are some serious rumors around
There's a new sheriff in town
Fuck your apologies, back up his arteries
Bury him deep in the ground
Tell him keep sleepin', I'm never defeated
I will not repeat it, you follow me now?
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm ready
You rappers are puppets, then tell them I said it
Don't give a fuck and this shit is embedded
My flow is infected, I may need a medic
Tell me who better, I make you regret it
It's in my genetics, your shit is pathetic
What am I posed' to do but be great
Never let a thing stand in my way
Never let a Devil ruin my faith
And there ain't a such thing as I can't
You looking at a rare breed, a new species
I walk right through hell in my sneak's
Show me the devil, I show you the rebel
I show you my heart when it come to the medal
Tell me who better, I never will settle
My nigga's just told me don't let off the pedal
Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck
Fuck whoever got next, fuck your fame dog and respect
You don't know what life was like in the projects
Ever seen the look in his face before death
I seen my granny before her last breath
Ain't no calm down on my compound
There's no contest cause I'm bomb threat
No conscience shit on my mindset
I bought two choppers for my sound check
Say, 'who wanna war' and I'm coming alone
Spray at you haters like fuckin' cologne
Starvation 3 outta let out the beast
So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast

ACE HOOD I Know How It Feel

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ACE HOOD I Know How It Feel Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I know how it feel to be broke
And I know what it take to get rich
I know what it's like to have them niggas hating on ya
Turn around, be the same ones jumping on your dick
Funny how shit'll change when you get a little change
Seeing my old friends and knowing it ain't the same
Copping my first watch, rocking my first chain
Only one in the hood you see in a red Range
I know how it feel baby, I know how it feel
I still get chills thinking about my first mil
I had to take a loss, it's part of being a boss
Now all my niggas floss, we ain't worried about the cost cause

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Now it's private planes for my woes and their partners
LOL out the bank smiling
City to city, state to state
My niggas, look what we accomplished
Ay, thinking back on my worst days
Now my homies in the club sipping bubbly, yeah
Plenty cake, happy birthday
I know the feeling when putting on for your birthplace
It's going down nigga, mayday
Gold chain, big bottles for my woadie
Throw up your Rollie, put it high in the sky
And wave that motherfucker side to side

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Way up nigga, way up
I thank God for the day a nigga came up
Pocket full of big faces
I'm in the club, someone point me to the waitress
They like Who that? Who that spending all that dope?
Hashtag, we them niggas on my IG post
Your favorite model call me papito
The panorama's all white, I'm on my cocaine flow
Woo, you got me feeling like the man of the year
Everything trill over here
We just throw the Rollie in the sky and then we wave em side to side
For my niggas in the celly doing time

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sit comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel

[Outro: Ace Hood]
Young Niggas Mad
Ridin' foreign whips nigga
Poppin' off in them clubs nigga
Bottles on bottles on bottles nigga
Pretty women all over the place
Me and my Hood Nation Niggas
Y'all know we started from this shit, nigga, Broward County
We the motherfucking best
I know how it feel

ACE HOOD 4 Da Hoes

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ACE HOOD 4 Da Hoes Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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Hehehe, see I like all different types of flavors,
you know, Puerto Rican, oh them Spanish bitches be good too
What we doing tonight!?

[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I�m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it�s parked outside
We don�t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through I�m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I�m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I�m faded, unfadedable, nigga don�t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that�s on me, that�s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!

I walked in no talking, just rocks in my watches (whoo!)
All hoes I�m fucking, I can�t even acknowledge (yee!)
Get money, mo money money your college fund in my pocket! (whoo!)
Jealous, they jealous these munchies yee' ain�t got them! (oof!)
Pop a pill and get charged up, how you feel? I give no fucks!
You, you, and your homegirl can meet me in the back of my tour bus!
Young nigga go way up, fuck her good with her legs up!
Came in with yo girlfriend, but I leave with her cause she chose up! (OOH!)
Said she never fucked with a rich nigga (Sorry)
I mean a real nigga, and I know just exactly what to do with her! (YEAH!!)

[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I�m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it�s parked outside
We don�t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through I�m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I�m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I�m faded, unfadedable, nigga don�t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that�s on me, that�s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!

Fine, and she classy with a little bit of that ratchet!
Not compared to these lame niggas that ain�t even in my bracket!
Money don�t make you real no, niggas be stunting in the rental
Niggas get stuck in the friendzone, me and yo bitch in the Benzo!
And we fly, hop on the flight to Dubai, fuck if you like it or not
Puffin� the lye, I am considered the guy maybe you must�ve forgot
I want the world, I need the prettiest girl, I want the one with the curves
Give her the word, you know the one you deserve
While them other niggas get curved! (oooh!)
Said she, never got fucked by a trill nigga
Sexy black, eight pack throw the hip in her!
And I know what�s gon� happen when I�m done with �er! (laughs)

[Hook:]
I got a few rolled up and my cup half full
I am way too lit and I�m with my woes
I got on designer, got on all this ice
Got that foreign out front and it�s parked outside
We don�t want no problems, though we bout that life
Bring them bad ones through I�m in town for a night, YEAH!
Shining my nigga, just know that I�m here for the hoes!
I pull up the foreign: I did it to get me some hoes!
I�m faded, unfadedable, nigga don�t ruin my zone!
You smell the money that�s on me, that�s just my cologne!
I know she with it, cause shorty in love with the dough!

ACE HOOD Enemies

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ACE HOOD Enemies Lyrics, singer by ACE HOOD

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I got way too many enemies...got a nigga paranoid

[Hook:]
Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
HEY
Blessings all around me, I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord

Got a lawyer on my phone, I've been stressed all day
I got homies doing life, friends changed, I'm ashamed
I got bands in the safe bail money just in case
No conceals on my weapons pray I do not catch a case
Gotta protect my Junior, gotta protect my daughter
Gotta make it back home, my kids expectin' their father
Know ima ride for my brother, I would die for my momma
I'm gon' stand up in court and then tell a lie to your honor
I had to struggle my nigga, where were you then?
I got the money and now they wanna be friends (Where were you?)
I never fucked with you, you know I never did
Im tryna chill on behalf of my two kids

[Hook:]
Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
HEY
Blessings all around me, I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY

Liquor on my breath, I got the shooters ridin' passenger
Treat the beef like Benihana cook it right in front of ya
I got paranoia pussy niggas so disloyal
When they act like they are for ya just to make my blood boil
Motherfuck all you niggas, motherfuck all you bitches
Just a bunch of them devils out here with spiteful intentions
Against the world, with middle fingers
Blunt in my mouth watch what you say
Get put in danger its in my nature I see
Niggas will pray that you fail, act like they wishing you well
God damn you was my nigga for real, how did we ever get here?
You were supposed to be whippin' that Bentley you with me
You with me from city to city but now that I made it, I'm famous
You say that I'm chaning but why so much hate

[Hook:]
Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
HEY
Blessings all around me, I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies, these niggas ain't a friend of me, Lord
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH HEY

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