[Intro]
Lord forgive ‘em, for they know not what they do
As I walk through that Valley of the Shadow of Death See no pussy…
[Verse 1]
So I guess we finally meet again
Should I kill ‘em? Well, that all depends
Due to success I started losing friends
Nigga sleepin’, only reason he don’t follow trends
Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness
And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin Givens I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin’
They did me dirty, I may forgive ‘em, but won’t forget it
And not to mention, they wasn’t worthy of what I’m spittin’
It’s God’s will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it I’m so addicted to gettin’ it, I need intervention
The hottest spittin’, your favorite rapper scared to admit it
Have mercy, let me bow my head I count a million up, that’s deadly bread
Ain’t no more humble in me, shit is dead
Tell them pussy niggas I ain’t never scared
Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win
Say you comin’ for me? Pussy nigga, when?
I been coldhearted since I lost a twin I swear I love it when they hate,
I made a hit again I did this before my niggas, then
Use your bitch whenever like a membership
Never bothered over Twitter beef
We’ll probably never meet up where the money be
Me and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats
Five grand just to see him hit a three Balenciagas on a nigga feet
Death to the competition, may they rest in peace
[Hook]
I know my mama prayin’ for me – I hope your mama prayin’ too
‘Cause me and my niggas gotta eat – we’ll die over these canned foods
Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’m sinnin’ every day, Lord
Have mercy on a real nigga - ‘cause I’mma ride for my niggas, dog
[Verse 2]
What the fuck these niggas talkin’ ‘bout?
Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin’ ‘bout
Roll the reefer, no Khalifa, you gon’ ride or die
No homicide, it’s suicide before I testify
That’s on my daughter, I’m runnin’ Florida, no kinda, sorta
And I hear ‘em talkin’, that money callin’, them out of order
Yeah, nigga – fuck all that talkin’, be ‘bout it, then
A lot of small talk, there they go runnin’ their mouth again
Bold nigga, ‘til they meet them gorillas
Fuck a cavalry, my niggas ain’t got no feelings
Money is the motive, family is the reason
On my mama, ain’t nobody ever came between it
And they never will, streets got me grippin’ steel
These scared niggas need to go to church or either
Dr. Phil I tell ‘em look me in my eyes, we are not the same
Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins
[Bridge]
Have mercy on ‘em… Bow your head…
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Pussy niggas still hatin’ hard
Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard
Bitch, I just went and blew another check
‘Bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept
Jumpin’ up out that whip, I let my chain swing
Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang
Every day’s a struggle tryna maintain
And free my real niggas in the chain gang I hear them broke niggas still talkin’
Watch your words, do be very cautious
You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin
Ain’t no talkin’, tell ‘em shock it once it go to sparkin’
Self-made Rollie and a pair of Js Hood nigga livin’ like I’m Bruce Wayne
New Ferrari kickin’ like it’s Liu Kang Real nigga, ain’t it true? 2 Chainz
[Hook]
Thugs Fall lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
Never had a problem when it came to pretty women
One thing about me never catch me catchin' feelings
Somethin' about you made me wanna change it all
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
[Verse 1:]
Thinkin' back in the days with the homies
We was runnin' them streets
Never wanted that love, she just wanted that D
Never ever did I cuddle in the bed – I gotta keep shit G
Never hug or kiss, it ain't me – never ride the Bentley on E
Pretty face with a body like "whoo!"
Good girl with a little bit of freak
Nothin' like the women that I meet
Yeah, she's special indeed
I was off the chain, I never thought I could change
Until I met the lady of my dreams
With your sexy ass and I swear you belong in some magazines
I got a thing for you baby... and it's more than the sex
See I'm talking bout love and affection
Never been, just show me directions
And she know she with a real nigga
No love for them other hoes
Tell her have that pussy ready when I get home
You already know...
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Look what you made me say
And I love it when I'm in it all night
Throw it back, goodness gracious
And I ain't never met nobody like you
And you will never meet a nigga like me
That's guaranteed...
And we both got a thing for one another, baby
So tell me, shorty, what's it really gon' be?
I ain't never been in love, I ain't never had a wife
You can probably be the one indeed
I'm a fly young man
Need a bad little bitch who in high demand
Girl I can't even lie – even thugs gon' fall
And I need you, baby
And I want you, girl
I can show you things
We can travel the world
Now you drivin' me crazy
With them curves all over
I let her ride that dick
Like my brand new Rover
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Outro: Kevin Cossum]
I need you, baby
You made fallin' in love easy, baby
But it feels so good when you know you got sombody
Not just anybody, girl, I need your body
Even thugs fall in love...
If I'm a fiend, I'll call your body drugs
Girl It's you and me, can't let 'em break us up
Girl, girl I feel like I can't get enough (can't get enough)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
(She probably have my baby...)
Probably have my baby...
(You know even thugs fall sometime, baby, but it ain't no thing)
(Can't even lie you got a real nigga open)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Never had a problem when it came to pretty women
One thing about me never catch me catchin' feelings
Somethin' about you made me wanna change it all
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Even thugs fall...
[Verse 1:]
Thinkin' back in the days with the homies
We was runnin' them streets
Never wanted that love, she just wanted that D
Never ever did I cuddle in the bed – I gotta keep shit G
Never hug or kiss, it ain't me – never ride the Bentley on E
Pretty face with a body like "whoo!"
Good girl with a little bit of freak
Nothin' like the women that I meet
Yeah, she's special indeed
I was off the chain, I never thought I could change
Until I met the lady of my dreams
With your sexy ass and I swear you belong in some magazines
I got a thing for you baby... and it's more than the sex
See I'm talking bout love and affection
Never been, just show me directions
And she know she with a real nigga
No love for them other hoes
Tell her have that pussy ready when I get home
You already know...
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Look what you made me say
And I love it when I'm in it all night
Throw it back, goodness gracious
And I ain't never met nobody like you
And you will never meet a nigga like me
That's guaranteed...
And we both got a thing for one another, baby
So tell me, shorty, what's it really gon' be?
I ain't never been in love, I ain't never had a wife
You can probably be the one indeed
I'm a fly young man
Need a bad little bitch who in high demand
Girl I can't even lie – even thugs gon' fall
And I need you, baby
And I want you, girl
I can show you things
We can travel the world
Now you drivin' me crazy
With them curves all over
I let her ride that dick
Like my brand new Rover
[Hook: Kevin Cossum]
[Outro: Kevin Cossum]
I need you, baby
You made fallin' in love easy, baby
But it feels so good when you know you got sombody
Not just anybody, girl, I need your body
Even thugs fall in love...
If I'm a fiend, I'll call your body drugs
Girl It's you and me, can't let 'em break us up
Girl, girl I feel like I can't get enough (can't get enough)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
(She probably have my baby...)
Probably have my baby...
(You know even thugs fall sometime, baby, but it ain't no thing)
(Can't even lie you got a real nigga open)
Probably have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Probably gon' have my baby...
Probably have my baby...
Disloyal lyrics - Ace Hood
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
Until he ratted on the crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Snitchin' niggas get buried
Young niggas be killers,
Choppers leavin' my bed,
Fuck you with your feelings
Ain't no talking to the police, never turn on my pix
Loyalty for my dogs, nigga MOB
Still gotta wash the people you round,
Post them niggas playin' them down
These looking smile with you and talking bout you
Everytime you're not around
Boy that's whole shit to the finest,
What the fuck you on em,
All my niggas on papers,
All about that drama,
Wait! Huh, oh you ain't no,
How do not trust me nobody you know?
Family close, enemies close, the reason I ride em I creep em to toaster
That's on the law, never you know, it could be police that selling you dope
Someone you nigga they work for the folks
Just letting you know
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Can now real niggas getting paper?
Ho niggas they in, ride it out for my bro
Now hate the shit that they near me
I murb the fool for my mama, I die today for my daughter,
I lose it all right now, I'm a make it back tomorrow
At the same time we go harder, this snitchin nigga keep talking
In the cold room and they take stayin
Boy to my ', some home boys they loyal
In most them bitches they ain't ride us
She don't fuck you and go do another, pulling up in your,.. wait!
Ho you ain't know, I do not trust in nobody you know
Time is money I'm here for the dough,
Promise to God ain't no love for them hoes,
Get a little money your friends on the foes
These niggas ain't loyal
These niggas ain't loyal
Ain't made from the same...
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Time is money
These niggas ain't got no...
I heard you snitchin
Where we from we count the...
These niggas say they loyal
No no no no
These niggas say they loyal.
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
And I ain't waste it in on you
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
Until he ratted on the crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Snitchin' niggas get buried
Young niggas be killers,
Choppers leavin' my bed,
Fuck you with your feelings
Ain't no talking to the police, never turn on my pix
Loyalty for my dogs, nigga MOB
Still gotta wash the people you round,
Post them niggas playin' them down
These looking smile with you and talking bout you
Everytime you're not around
Boy that's whole shit to the finest,
What the fuck you on em,
All my niggas on papers,
All about that drama,
Wait! Huh, oh you ain't no,
How do not trust me nobody you know?
Family close, enemies close, the reason I ride em I creep em to toaster
That's on the law, never you know, it could be police that selling you dope
Someone you nigga they work for the folks
Just letting you know
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Can now real niggas getting paper?
Ho niggas they in, ride it out for my bro
Now hate the shit that they near me
I murb the fool for my mama, I die today for my daughter,
I lose it all right now, I'm a make it back tomorrow
At the same time we go harder, this snitchin nigga keep talking
In the cold room and they take stayin
Boy to my ', some home boys they loyal
In most them bitches they ain't ride us
She don't fuck you and go do another, pulling up in your,.. wait!
Ho you ain't know, I do not trust in nobody you know
Time is money I'm here for the dough,
Promise to God ain't no love for them hoes,
Get a little money your friends on the foes
These niggas ain't loyal
These niggas ain't loyal
Ain't made from the same...
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
Time is money
These niggas ain't got no...
I heard you snitchin
Where we from we count the...
These niggas say they loyal
No no no no
These niggas say they loyal.
[Hook:]
Time is money
And I ain't waste it in on you
My niggas loyal
Can only say that 'bout a few
That's the truth,
He was the homie
But 'till he ride it on a crew
We got a problem,
We gotta figure out the truth
Was it you?
mixtape: "Starvation 2" (2013)
- Root Of Evil (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood
- Goin' Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Meek Mill)
- Got Damn lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Plies)
- Fuck Em All lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
- Fuck Da World lyrics - Ace Hood
- Lil Nigga (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
- Why lyrics - Ace Hood
- Want 4 Nothing lyrics - Ace Hood
- M.O.B lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Choo Choo)
- Take Yo Bitch lyrics - Ace Hood
- On Right Now lyrics - Ace Hood
- Famous Girl lyrics - Ace Hood
- Art Of Deception lyrics - Ace Hood
- Motive lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)
- Ball 4 Eva lyrics - Ace Hood
- Just A Sample (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
- This N That lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
- Trailer lyrics - Ace Hood
- Dec 31st lyrics - Ace Hood
Root Of Evil (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
God bless you pussy niggas
...keep on fuckin
Amen
God bless you pussy niggas
Yep yep yep yea
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Keep it 100, I’m countin this money, they know what it be
Couple them diamonds, them bitches be shinin, they know that it’s me
Niggas be sleep til I hop on the beat and they wake up the beast
Fuck what you talkin, don’t like what you say then them choppas can speak
Bang! Bang! Chief Keef voice nigga (nigga)
Come through the hood in the Roll Royce, Ghost nigga
Hallelujah (praise God), hallelujah (praise God)
Thank the jeweler, he precare and send a mule
Rockin so much ice I’m like a walkin cooler
We so damn exclusive they should pay-per-view it
Fuck niggas stop that hate
Go and get yourself some paper
Fuck around, meet your maker
Next day front page of the paper woo
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Back in the building, my coupe got no ceiling so haters can see
Fresh on the molly, get money my hobby, you got it, capish
Oh God, oh God, not talkin Big Sean but I give her the D!
Pull up the 2 seater, I’m ballin Lou Kima like Adrian P
Clique full of real niggas
Walk in the club with yo bitch and I bet that I still get er
Real shit, paranoid I keep a full clip
Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money, I’m out of my mind I’m just tryina survive
Got to go get it, no need to decide
Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes
Some people round have the devil inside
Stick with my niggas, we never divide, no!
‘Cause I don’t really trust niggas
Just might say a prayer for you fuck niggas
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
God bless you pussy niggas
...keep on fuckin
Amen
God bless you pussy niggas
Yep yep yep yea
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Keep it 100, I’m countin this money, they know what it be
Couple them diamonds, them bitches be shinin, they know that it’s me
Niggas be sleep til I hop on the beat and they wake up the beast
Fuck what you talkin, don’t like what you say then them choppas can speak
Bang! Bang! Chief Keef voice nigga (nigga)
Come through the hood in the Roll Royce, Ghost nigga
Hallelujah (praise God), hallelujah (praise God)
Thank the jeweler, he precare and send a mule
Rockin so much ice I’m like a walkin cooler
We so damn exclusive they should pay-per-view it
Fuck niggas stop that hate
Go and get yourself some paper
Fuck around, meet your maker
Next day front page of the paper woo
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
[Verse]
Back in the building, my coupe got no ceiling so haters can see
Fresh on the molly, get money my hobby, you got it, capish
Oh God, oh God, not talkin Big Sean but I give her the D!
Pull up the 2 seater, I’m ballin Lou Kima like Adrian P
Clique full of real niggas
Walk in the club with yo bitch and I bet that I still get er
Real shit, paranoid I keep a full clip
Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money, I’m out of my mind I’m just tryina survive
Got to go get it, no need to decide
Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes
Some people round have the devil inside
Stick with my niggas, we never divide, no!
‘Cause I don’t really trust niggas
Just might say a prayer for you fuck niggas
[Hook x2]
Why the devil just keep fuckin with me?
It’s like the devil just keep fuckin with me
My pockets full of all them dead people
My pockets full of all them dead people
Goin' Down lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Meek Mill)
[Intro]
Real niggas came to party (Ace Hood)
Real nggas came to party
[Chorus]
I say Lord have Mercy all I wanted was a beamer
Had no pot to piss in, n now I'm living thank you Jesus
Now my rolley flooded, n I'm not talkin bout Katrina
Know I roam the city, couple thousand for ma sneakers
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bring the kush, or Ciroc Its Goin Down
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bad bitches bring the whips Its Goin' Down
[Ace Hood]
Okay, Happy birthday nigga everyday I'm gettin cake
Whats the day? Its Tuesday, bitch I might blow a hunnin' K (YEAH)
Fuck that nigga they sleepin, must not have raised the stakes
Can't play with a nigga, no way drop as white as mayonaise
Holy shit betta watch yo bitch, frito lay gotta stack dem chips
Keep that tool on me oh shit, and i keep 2 clips my nigga don't trip
Boy you talk I get money, ridin' round in that new 600
With them young niggas on the block who run it, Evil kinevil boy we stunt
Millionaire nigga I got diamonds on my dick
Boy my swagger dope, I'm talkin 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an aston, n it came with a spanish bitch
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
[Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
Okay I'll go into ma beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those
Tell a bitch take a deep breath, then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl, cause i fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, n it starring me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D Rose, my sash of closet
Racks all in my pocket, these racks all in deposit
I got racks all on my conscious, money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team, n they got bodies on ignite
Look at that bad bitch right there (right there), see that body on that dime
I ain't swimmin in no hoe, you know I'm prolly that my grind
All these niggas hatin' on me (me), but I ain't on that time
Cause I be in that back nigga, I ain't talkin bout fire (Woah)
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
Ahem, Now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a killer (Amen)
Might just buy a chicken, give her that dick fillet for dinner
Nigga don't want no problems, pistol prolly get you this figure
Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain't hard to tell the winner
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
That potato on the barrel no sound
You see them forin, you see we tourin
Me and Meek Milly realest niggas born (Pray)
[Chorus]
Real niggas came to party (Ace Hood)
Real nggas came to party
[Chorus]
I say Lord have Mercy all I wanted was a beamer
Had no pot to piss in, n now I'm living thank you Jesus
Now my rolley flooded, n I'm not talkin bout Katrina
Know I roam the city, couple thousand for ma sneakers
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bring the kush, or Ciroc Its Goin Down
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Bad bitches bring the whips Its Goin' Down
[Ace Hood]
Okay, Happy birthday nigga everyday I'm gettin cake
Whats the day? Its Tuesday, bitch I might blow a hunnin' K (YEAH)
Fuck that nigga they sleepin, must not have raised the stakes
Can't play with a nigga, no way drop as white as mayonaise
Holy shit betta watch yo bitch, frito lay gotta stack dem chips
Keep that tool on me oh shit, and i keep 2 clips my nigga don't trip
Boy you talk I get money, ridin' round in that new 600
With them young niggas on the block who run it, Evil kinevil boy we stunt
Millionaire nigga I got diamonds on my dick
Boy my swagger dope, I'm talkin 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an aston, n it came with a spanish bitch
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
[Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
Okay I'll go into ma beast mode, rapper niggas I eat those
Tell a bitch take a deep breath, then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl, cause i fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, n it starring me with that Lee Rose
I ball hard like D Rose, my sash of closet
Racks all in my pocket, these racks all in deposit
I got racks all on my conscious, money all on my mind
I got shooters on my team, n they got bodies on ignite
Look at that bad bitch right there (right there), see that body on that dime
I ain't swimmin in no hoe, you know I'm prolly that my grind
All these niggas hatin' on me (me), but I ain't on that time
Cause I be in that back nigga, I ain't talkin bout fire (Woah)
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
Ahem, Now let's all say a prayer, since my swagger such a killer (Amen)
Might just buy a chicken, give her that dick fillet for dinner
Nigga don't want no problems, pistol prolly get you this figure
Lookin' at all my diamonds, it ain't hard to tell the winner
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
Its Goin' Down (Its Goin' Down)
That potato on the barrel no sound
You see them forin, you see we tourin
Me and Meek Milly realest niggas born (Pray)
[Chorus]
Got Damn lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Plies)
[Intro]
Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young niggas?
You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Ford like that there
50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money nigga, quarter millie on the juice
Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that’s who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall ass
Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - nigga you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Plies]
I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Crack a ice mean nigga where the snow
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?
Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young niggas
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember
Now did she suck me? That’s a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his shit down
10 racks kush and I say your chain man
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Okay now fat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them niggas pussy lucky, I don’t call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s
I be wailin on you niggas, stylin on you niggas
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
Oh yea?
That’s how you feel huh young niggas?
You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Ford like that there
50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie
Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love
Big money nigga, quarter millie on the juice
Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news
Home boy, you can never play me for a fool
Keep a Mr. Fix It with me, that’s who keep the tool
I say now good Lord, look at shorty, there she hall ass
Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up - nigga you trippin
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Plies]
I was in the trap, crack or kick the do’
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho
Crack a ice mean nigga where the snow
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow?
Dead croopers, I’mma buy 100 Chevy
And gave em all away to all the young niggas
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened?
Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember
Now did she suck me? That’s a strong possibility
Hit him with the 9, he got his shit down
10 racks kush and I say your chain man
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
[Verse: Ace Hood]
Okay now fat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade
Once them niggas pussy lucky, I don’t call names
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s
I be wailin on you niggas, stylin on you niggas
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture
What yo money like? What dip dope cheddar over
My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera
Get it!
[Hook]
Got damn, got damn
Why you do em like that? Got damn
(Wutchu mean?)
How you pull up in the Porsche? 9-11 oh Lord
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full
Got damn, got damn
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain
Got damn!
Fuck Em All lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. French Montana)
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 1]
Put that on Jehovah, nigga, never goin’ broke
Twenty Jesus pieces, crackers think I’m sellin’ dope
Rollie presidential, I encourage you to vote
My pistol named Molly, pop it ‘til you overdose
Ain’t no time for a hater – got a date with the paper
Weigh the money then bag it – cop a watch out of Jacob
Treat the Porsche like a bucket, back in the day owned a Cutlass
My watch is so disrespectful, haters so disappointed
So what the fuck is you talkin’? Tell them pussies I’m ballin’
Got a suite at the Ritz, I’m fuckin’ somebody’s daughter
Keep a Ray Allen with me, all hail to the shooter
Hit the strip club, nigga – spread the rough like a rumor
You know…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 2]
Blowin’ money stuntin’ screamin’ motherfuck a budget
458 Ferrai function, soon I’ll hit the button
A couple engine revers, bet you have it comin’, suck it
A chopper in the trunk, my cousin he don’t do discussions
Count the dough ‘til I’m dead, fuck the judge and the Feds
First check, nigga blew it – hundred thousand advance
Fuck that play money, nigga – spit the grip on the villa
Virgin Islands we livin’, eatin’ lobster and fritters
Them niggas hate that I got it, most my bitches exotic
Pullin’ up in the foreign, I bet that dope is provided
I know you see me with my jewels on
I die today, then put some diamonds on my tomb stone
Fuck boy – until then…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 1]
Put that on Jehovah, nigga, never goin’ broke
Twenty Jesus pieces, crackers think I’m sellin’ dope
Rollie presidential, I encourage you to vote
My pistol named Molly, pop it ‘til you overdose
Ain’t no time for a hater – got a date with the paper
Weigh the money then bag it – cop a watch out of Jacob
Treat the Porsche like a bucket, back in the day owned a Cutlass
My watch is so disrespectful, haters so disappointed
So what the fuck is you talkin’? Tell them pussies I’m ballin’
Got a suite at the Ritz, I’m fuckin’ somebody’s daughter
Keep a Ray Allen with me, all hail to the shooter
Hit the strip club, nigga – spread the rough like a rumor
You know…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
[Verse 2]
Blowin’ money stuntin’ screamin’ motherfuck a budget
458 Ferrai function, soon I’ll hit the button
A couple engine revers, bet you have it comin’, suck it
A chopper in the trunk, my cousin he don’t do discussions
Count the dough ‘til I’m dead, fuck the judge and the Feds
First check, nigga blew it – hundred thousand advance
Fuck that play money, nigga – spit the grip on the villa
Virgin Islands we livin’, eatin’ lobster and fritters
Them niggas hate that I got it, most my bitches exotic
Pullin’ up in the foreign, I bet that dope is provided
I know you see me with my jewels on
I die today, then put some diamonds on my tomb stone
Fuck boy – until then…
[Hook]
I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt
All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work
In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots
So I can drop 80 on a damn watch
Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all”
Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all”
They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all
Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all
Fuck Da World lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
Dear heavenly father
I come to you today
To remove all these evil spirits
Keep us out of harm’s way
Never allow us to die broke
[Verse 1]
I pray for them children who woke up this morning and lost they life
How dare the government passin’ these laws to remove the Christ
As soon as a tragedy happen the person you call is God
Now people obeyin’ and prayin’, they prayin’ I’m sayin’ it’s odd
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
But sit back and pray as we watchin’ the news and we take the abuse
What train of thought is tellin’ you shoot up a movie theatre?
What kind of fool gon’ walk in a school and off them angels?
It could me my moms, my brother or sister, a friend that I knew
The funny thing is, it could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
I’m tired of people complainin’ about the little shit
When I just lost my grandmother to that cancer bitch
You woke up this morning – why the fuck is you mad?
You broke as a joke – get up off your ass
I hustle like niggas is broke even though I be countin’ the cash
I gotta get it – like I’m down to my last
Put that on my mama, don’t wanna go through them tears again
‘Cause when you are broke, it’s nobody there, including your friends
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
You can hate it or love it, but youngin’ I’m simply speakin’ the truth
[Verse 2]
I woke up this morning and I got the news that my homie was shot
Out on the block and in front of his daughter, believe it or not
Good people are sayin’ and prayin’ for innocent murders to stop
We livin’ in Hell and it’s easy to tell some people are sharks
Who are you people to judge me ‘cause of the way that I live?
The weight of that crime, the things that I did, the person I am
Everyone got opinions but niggas as broke as a joke
I went to them schools and spoke to the children that need it the most
I gave away toys, I gave ‘em a speech, delivered ‘em hope
It’s a blessing to become a blessing, my mama would set it in stone
Fuck these niggas hatin’ on me
Hate is such a week emotion
And money is the root of evil
But that’s that shit that keeps me focused
Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a father
No pain can describe on how to reside with losin’ a daughter
Fuck this world – the ignorance too
They want me to fall, but still I continue to lace up and shoot
Society’s being misleaded, I’m simply giving you proof
Them people is sellin’ these lies, I’m simply speakin’ the truth
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Dear heavenly father
I come to you today
To remove all these evil spirits
Keep us out of harm’s way
Never allow us to die broke
[Verse 1]
I pray for them children who woke up this morning and lost they life
How dare the government passin’ these laws to remove the Christ
As soon as a tragedy happen the person you call is God
Now people obeyin’ and prayin’, they prayin’ I’m sayin’ it’s odd
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
But sit back and pray as we watchin’ the news and we take the abuse
What train of thought is tellin’ you shoot up a movie theatre?
What kind of fool gon’ walk in a school and off them angels?
It could me my moms, my brother or sister, a friend that I knew
The funny thing is, it could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
I’m tired of people complainin’ about the little shit
When I just lost my grandmother to that cancer bitch
You woke up this morning – why the fuck is you mad?
You broke as a joke – get up off your ass
I hustle like niggas is broke even though I be countin’ the cash
I gotta get it – like I’m down to my last
Put that on my mama, don’t wanna go through them tears again
‘Cause when you are broke, it’s nobody there, including your friends
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Fuck the world – the government too
I’m keepin’ it real, them killers are stealin’ political suits
And I hate it, it’s people, it’s nothin’ my brother or sister could do
You can hate it or love it, but youngin’ I’m simply speakin’ the truth
[Verse 2]
I woke up this morning and I got the news that my homie was shot
Out on the block and in front of his daughter, believe it or not
Good people are sayin’ and prayin’ for innocent murders to stop
We livin’ in Hell and it’s easy to tell some people are sharks
Who are you people to judge me ‘cause of the way that I live?
The weight of that crime, the things that I did, the person I am
Everyone got opinions but niggas as broke as a joke
I went to them schools and spoke to the children that need it the most
I gave away toys, I gave ‘em a speech, delivered ‘em hope
It’s a blessing to become a blessing, my mama would set it in stone
Fuck these niggas hatin’ on me
Hate is such a week emotion
And money is the root of evil
But that’s that shit that keeps me focused
Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m a father
No pain can describe on how to reside with losin’ a daughter
Fuck this world – the ignorance too
They want me to fall, but still I continue to lace up and shoot
Society’s being misleaded, I’m simply giving you proof
Them people is sellin’ these lies, I’m simply speakin’ the truth
Lord knows… the realest shit I ever wrote
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope…
But through all the bullshit I throw up a sign of hope
[Hook]
Lil Nigga (Interlude) lyrics - Ace Hood
Well it’s gotta be one of the unwritten laws
Supportin that we all guiding us ah?
Them lil niggas out in the world lost nowadays
Lil nigga from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the lil nigga focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil nigga got his mind right
Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil nigga tryina make a way
Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays
Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake
After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time lil nigga on some other shit
Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuckin scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift
Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Lil nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil nigga ruined by society
Lil nigga screw up his priorities
Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that lil nigga – couple grand
At first that lil nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday
Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple lil niggas in the driveway
Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late
Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil nigga dead
Supportin that we all guiding us ah?
Them lil niggas out in the world lost nowadays
Lil nigga from a small city
17, he playin 4 door, roll with it
Lil nigga, major plans after school finish
All he ever want is Chevy with some boom in it
Lil nigga all A’s and some cool grace
Them niggas is homies, phonies, they parted ways
All because the lil nigga focused on his grades
Doin the college vengeance to Florida State
Lil nigga got his mind right
Doin it for us, mama promised her that better life
Mama Christian, a firm believer, she love Christ
Damn shame daddy strung off off that hard white
Oh girl steady going through and
See a crime, bills piling, how she gonna do it?
Lil nigga watch him mad as a motherfucker
Lil nigga fed up with section 8 struggles
So lil nigga tryina make a way
Said fuck it, ain’t no choices, got his mind made
Called his cousin, that lil nigga told him crime pays
Lil nigga like whatever to get my mom straight
Started sellin nickel bags and bought a .38
Like fuck a case, lil nigga started seein cake
After a while it’s like tradition on a daily base
Skippin school fool heavy gang affiliate
By this time lil nigga on some other shit
Lil nigga thuggin, motherfuckin scholarship
Rollin with a clique, he took the choice to follow them
Whole future gone, lil nigga had a gift
Lil nigga smoke a purp blunt
All he wanna do is murk something
Lil nigga keep his 5 with him
Getting lil money, keep a 9 clipper
Lil nigga ruined by society
Lil nigga screw up his priorities
Lil nigga took in by that peer pressure
Started getting money, make the flicks jealous
Grind away, them niggas want his head
Price on that lil nigga – couple grand
At first that lil nigga wanted by the feds
Them other niggas talkin crazy how they want him dead
It was 9 o’clock on a Friday
Lil nigga trappin where his mom stay
Couple lil niggas in the driveway
Lil nigga mama gone, she’ll be back at 8
Couple hours passed, youngin like it’s getting late
Lil nigga said he home but shit let’s make a shape
Plus mama called like know how them niggas off in the place
So lil nigga grabbed his pistol and his .38
Pullin up his pants, daps to his homies
Walked out the do’, black truck, creep slowly
Window rolled down, 4 masked goonies
Lil nigga slippin so they letting off the Uzi
Shots started firin, 2 to the head
Damn, lil nigga dead
Why lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro]
I wonder why
And I wonder why
Bad things happen to good people, you know?
I mean we all gotta die I guess, huh?
Eh
[Verse]
Uh, I wonder why these niggas hatin on me
Probly the reason most them bitches waitin on me
Shit, they just tell me kill them with success my nigga
Still wonderin why my daddy wasn’t a father figure
Just the thought of thinkin bout it makes me fuckin mad
Did my mama proud and put her right into that ladies Jag
She cried a hundred tears, I prayed a hundred times
I wish my grandmother could see this with her own eyes
I’m wonderin why God took her but I’m not one to question
Conversation with my niggas on how we came from nothing
I wonder why this world is crazy, babies having babies
I wonder why these women shady screamin he should pay me
Go to court and they get half, I think that shit is crazy
Now you forced to give that crib and that new white Mercedes
I’m wonderin why I love my niggas but I don’t love these hoes
I’m sittin behind closed doors but only Lord knows
Truth told my savior is 7 0’s
But who knows? I’d rather die with a rich soul
Wonder with Mick Romney ever felt neglected
Since Obama’s last election
You might not like it but they will respect it
Another fold just as we all expected…
[Interlude]
I got many questions
I wonder
I wonder why 4-50 had that
Take that trip to North Carolina
I wonder would he still be here with me, you know?
I miss my nigga anyway
I wonder why
[Verse]
I wonder why the good die young
I wonder why they hatin where I’m from
I wonder why I never gave a fuck
Made a couple mill but that shit ain’t enough
I wonder why these rappers tryina steal my style
All these wannabes are like some circus clowns
I wonder why I lost my daughter Lyric Star
Why them complications happened to her heart
Got so many questions, not too many answers
Lost so many niggas, granny to the cancer
I wonder why I got a crazy ass baby momma
Every other day is like some kind of fuckin drama
Wonder why these people out here sleepin on me
I wonder why the money turnin people phony
I done seen some niggas turn against they homies
Funny when I was broke them bitches didn’t know me
Shit is fucked up, sister having tough luck
Wonder why them pussy niggas mad ‘cause I came up
I just copped a new crib, Aston on the way ho
Pocket full of pesos, made nigga – case closed
I wonder why these hoes love a nigga
Prolly ‘cause these diamonds make that pussy quiver
I’m gon fuck her good and she gon cry a river
Bad yella bitch and I’m in love wit er
I wonder why, I wonder why
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
[Interlude]
I wonder
You know
I don’t understand how niggas can
Chase women but not money
I wonder, you know?
Or
How you can hate on another man
Provide for his family
Maybe it’s just me
I wonder though, you know?
[Outro]
Oh shit shit shit my bad
I wasn’t even payin attention
Shit go ahead, one more time with that
I wonder why
And I wonder why
Bad things happen to good people, you know?
I mean we all gotta die I guess, huh?
Eh
[Verse]
Uh, I wonder why these niggas hatin on me
Probly the reason most them bitches waitin on me
Shit, they just tell me kill them with success my nigga
Still wonderin why my daddy wasn’t a father figure
Just the thought of thinkin bout it makes me fuckin mad
Did my mama proud and put her right into that ladies Jag
She cried a hundred tears, I prayed a hundred times
I wish my grandmother could see this with her own eyes
I’m wonderin why God took her but I’m not one to question
Conversation with my niggas on how we came from nothing
I wonder why this world is crazy, babies having babies
I wonder why these women shady screamin he should pay me
Go to court and they get half, I think that shit is crazy
Now you forced to give that crib and that new white Mercedes
I’m wonderin why I love my niggas but I don’t love these hoes
I’m sittin behind closed doors but only Lord knows
Truth told my savior is 7 0’s
But who knows? I’d rather die with a rich soul
Wonder with Mick Romney ever felt neglected
Since Obama’s last election
You might not like it but they will respect it
Another fold just as we all expected…
[Interlude]
I got many questions
I wonder
I wonder why 4-50 had that
Take that trip to North Carolina
I wonder would he still be here with me, you know?
I miss my nigga anyway
I wonder why
[Verse]
I wonder why the good die young
I wonder why they hatin where I’m from
I wonder why I never gave a fuck
Made a couple mill but that shit ain’t enough
I wonder why these rappers tryina steal my style
All these wannabes are like some circus clowns
I wonder why I lost my daughter Lyric Star
Why them complications happened to her heart
Got so many questions, not too many answers
Lost so many niggas, granny to the cancer
I wonder why I got a crazy ass baby momma
Every other day is like some kind of fuckin drama
Wonder why these people out here sleepin on me
I wonder why the money turnin people phony
I done seen some niggas turn against they homies
Funny when I was broke them bitches didn’t know me
Shit is fucked up, sister having tough luck
Wonder why them pussy niggas mad ‘cause I came up
I just copped a new crib, Aston on the way ho
Pocket full of pesos, made nigga – case closed
I wonder why these hoes love a nigga
Prolly ‘cause these diamonds make that pussy quiver
I’m gon fuck her good and she gon cry a river
Bad yella bitch and I’m in love wit er
I wonder why, I wonder why
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
As long as niggas hustle let’s go multiply
[Interlude]
I wonder
You know
I don’t understand how niggas can
Chase women but not money
I wonder, you know?
Or
How you can hate on another man
Provide for his family
Maybe it’s just me
I wonder though, you know?
[Outro]
Oh shit shit shit my bad
I wasn’t even payin attention
Shit go ahead, one more time with that
Want 4 Nothing lyrics - Ace Hood
[Intro:]
Aye
Uh
Realest shit ever said that
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 1:]
Man I don't I take my long way from drinkin hella sugar water
Was dreamin but that Bentley though cause I could not afford it
To the backseat of that Phantom, writtin deuces in the corner
Workin that 9 to 5, I swear I hated takin orders
Lord just bring me guidance, bills started to pilin
Mama was steady cryin and plus a marriage was dyin
I was so sick of the bullshit, never did have a scholarship
Daddy left me young, until this day I won't acknowledge him
How I motherfuckin did it
Yea nigga, we did it
Me and my niggas winnin, plus I made a couple million
Now my mama got a crib, plus the lastest Jag
Know I love my daughter, she a spoiled little brat
So it's...
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 2:]
Okay now fresh up off the block, my nigga guess who out the hood
Made it out the struggle, got my people living good
Always wanted to ball and now I'm courtside on the wood
Had the biggest dreams, you could do it if I could
I swear to God a nigga live it, sky's never the limit
Go and get it regardless, them hard times are prevented
I just wanna see my daughter live a life I never had
If all my people starve I will sacrifice my last
Sun up to sun down nigga I be getting cash
Opportunity knock, I bet I never let it pass
I been through a lot of shit, seen better days
Kiss my baby girl then I go and get the cake
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Outro:]
Real nigga shit
It's real nigga shit
Niggas don't want for nothing
It's real nigga shit
People don't want for nothing, nothing
Start fresh
Aye
Uh
Realest shit ever said that
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 1:]
Man I don't I take my long way from drinkin hella sugar water
Was dreamin but that Bentley though cause I could not afford it
To the backseat of that Phantom, writtin deuces in the corner
Workin that 9 to 5, I swear I hated takin orders
Lord just bring me guidance, bills started to pilin
Mama was steady cryin and plus a marriage was dyin
I was so sick of the bullshit, never did have a scholarship
Daddy left me young, until this day I won't acknowledge him
How I motherfuckin did it
Yea nigga, we did it
Me and my niggas winnin, plus I made a couple million
Now my mama got a crib, plus the lastest Jag
Know I love my daughter, she a spoiled little brat
So it's...
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Verse 2:]
Okay now fresh up off the block, my nigga guess who out the hood
Made it out the struggle, got my people living good
Always wanted to ball and now I'm courtside on the wood
Had the biggest dreams, you could do it if I could
I swear to God a nigga live it, sky's never the limit
Go and get it regardless, them hard times are prevented
I just wanna see my daughter live a life I never had
If all my people starve I will sacrifice my last
Sun up to sun down nigga I be getting cash
Opportunity knock, I bet I never let it pass
I been through a lot of shit, seen better days
Kiss my baby girl then I go and get the cake
[Hook:]
Every day I wake I'm tryina find a way to get it
Out here in the jungle, I'm just tryina make a living
Lord knows I'm sinning, have mercy on a nigga
Palm steady itchin, may God be the witness
My mama don't want for nothing, for nothing
My daughter don't want for nothing, for nothing
My niggas don't want for nothing, for nothing
We made our way out of nothing, nothing
[Outro:]
Real nigga shit
It's real nigga shit
Niggas don't want for nothing
It's real nigga shit
People don't want for nothing, nothing
Start fresh
M.O.B lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Choo Choo)
[Intro]
At the end of the day my nigga
I do this shit for my family
And my niggas dawg
You feel me?
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
You lookin at the hottest nigga in the city
Fuck the city, how this nigga in my state?
Free the nigga Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case
Keepin blunt and counting money, nigga that’s every day
Back and I’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks
Nigga don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50
Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler
Walkin around this bitch, I think I’m with The Ruler
Countin another mill, I’m screamin hallelujah
Spit the type of dope that get shipped yall to Cuba
Anybody want that work I got a clean cut
My shit’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months
Foreign cars, crib look like a fuckin mall
Hurt myself as sport but found a way to ball
I pray you pussy niggas life a living hell
Fuck that countin money, weigh it on a scale
Nigga
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
So much people like that waitin on me to fail
Answer to that question, coldest day in hell
Fuck nigga talkin tough, gon make me take it there
I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells
Lost so many niggas to this fuckin struggle
RIP for Fif, he was like my fuckin brother
Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble
Show a nigga getting that money, all we do is hustle
Ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf
Ain’t no handouts here, I did this shit myself
Lil mam said that pussy good, I’m tryina see it then
Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz
Everyone knows I am a go getter
Tryina stay away from all you fuck niggas
Aye like that boy be on some other shit
Fuck a hater, you can run and tell em this
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
All this cash, I can drink to a nigga
Can’t even fit in these jeans my nigga
Won’t give a damn, we gon flex on the hood
Bit for you honey, I’m like the one that fucked the police, I paid for the ticket
Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it
My bad, I ain’t show no love
Putting money over all these bitches
What you doin you lame we did it
Now we going where these niggas can’t go
Stayed on grass as long as they don’t get it
They’ll get this, all they got like hoes
I swear boy it ain’t no different
Well we won’t get the same 24
I go hard every chance I get
Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls
Aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks
Slingin this paper right on these strippers
How the club owner callin me by
Bitch I had, she was a’ight
Last time at show she al that
I really wanna tip drip
That bitch no, she sex it to the max
I paid for it, it ain’t on the paper
I been getting it since too easy
I might blow ahead, make it back
And I got summoned here for no reason
I see you flashin for the night
But guess what nigga we do this all season
You could go and sit where you can watch me
And then one of you niggas don’t believe me
That rough
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
At the end of the day my nigga
I do this shit for my family
And my niggas dawg
You feel me?
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
You lookin at the hottest nigga in the city
Fuck the city, how this nigga in my state?
Free the nigga Boosie Boo, I hope he beat the case
Keepin blunt and counting money, nigga that’s every day
Back and I’m on my block lookin like 100 bricks
Nigga don’t want no problem, choppa catch a 50
Chain so disrespectful yall should slap my jeweler
Walkin around this bitch, I think I’m with The Ruler
Countin another mill, I’m screamin hallelujah
Spit the type of dope that get shipped yall to Cuba
Anybody want that work I got a clean cut
My shit’ so potent you’ll be high for 3 months
Foreign cars, crib look like a fuckin mall
Hurt myself as sport but found a way to ball
I pray you pussy niggas life a living hell
Fuck that countin money, weigh it on a scale
Nigga
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
So much people like that waitin on me to fail
Answer to that question, coldest day in hell
Fuck nigga talkin tough, gon make me take it there
I move like a turtle mean I keep them shells
Lost so many niggas to this fuckin struggle
RIP for Fif, he was like my fuckin brother
Runnin up and down them streets, in and off that Chevy Bubble
Show a nigga getting that money, all we do is hustle
Ain’t no food in refrigerator nor the shelf
Ain’t no handouts here, I did this shit myself
Lil mam said that pussy good, I’m tryina see it then
Guaranteed she bust it once she see the Benz
Everyone knows I am a go getter
Tryina stay away from all you fuck niggas
Aye like that boy be on some other shit
Fuck a hater, you can run and tell em this
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
[Verse]
All this cash, I can drink to a nigga
Can’t even fit in these jeans my nigga
Won’t give a damn, we gon flex on the hood
Bit for you honey, I’m like the one that fucked the police, I paid for the ticket
Thrown bout 100 in the air, I admit it
My bad, I ain’t show no love
Putting money over all these bitches
What you doin you lame we did it
Now we going where these niggas can’t go
Stayed on grass as long as they don’t get it
They’ll get this, all they got like hoes
I swear boy it ain’t no different
Well we won’t get the same 24
I go hard every chance I get
Stepped in the plane, thought all would be Rolls
Aye don’t mention so low, but my mind belong to these racks
Slingin this paper right on these strippers
How the club owner callin me by
Bitch I had, she was a’ight
Last time at show she al that
I really wanna tip drip
That bitch no, she sex it to the max
I paid for it, it ain’t on the paper
I been getting it since too easy
I might blow ahead, make it back
And I got summoned here for no reason
I see you flashin for the night
But guess what nigga we do this all season
You could go and sit where you can watch me
And then one of you niggas don’t believe me
That rough
[Hook]
Lord knows I’m a go getter
Lord knows I’m a go getter
I chase that money every 24
I chase that money every 24
Lord knows I’ll always be a real nigga
Lord knows I’ll never be a fuck nigga
I chase that money every 24
Money over bitches, you know how it go
Take Yo Bitch lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay now bad lil bitch from the ATL
And she got an ass like Kay Michelle
Rule number one, no kiss n tell
Her head no joke like Dave Chapelle
I see I beat that pussy like a murder case
She gon catch this white like Colgate
Keep my hoes in line like Soul Train
Every day a nigga ball, no role gain
I say 20 bottles I’m flexin
Diamonds and my Rolex’s
Where the bad bitches? Where the bad bitches?
I’m just checkin
Man I pop the moly, I’m sweatin
Back to bitch now we textin
Plenty more in my section
I’m a young version Hugh Hefner
I can’t even feel my face
I don’t really need no more drink
All these hoes, they comin with me
All them niggas they can’t believe
I say I’m rollin, I’m rollin
And this dope, I’m smoking potent
I need you, you, you and her right there
Back to the crib so we all can share
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay I’m killin these hoes like Ted Bundy
Love a bad bitch, I’m a head junkee
White tank top and some polo undees
Tryina serve a freak with this chocolate Sunday
Snatch your chick like a ally hoop
Shots that will rock, I don’t do the goose
Put her in the coupe, I remove the roof
Then slam-dunk that pussy like Ron do
I say hold up doc I ain’t feelin well
My Rolex sick and my pockets earl’d
Flowin off money, I’m sick as hell
Bout 25k, that’s life in jail
Now when the bad hoes there put them ass shots
Rep for a nigga, be the mascot
KOD, I brung major cash
And they waving at me like a can guy
Say turned up nigga don’t turn down
Please don’t bring your ho round, nah
I don’t wanna know her name
Next thing you know we went 4 rounds
I’m a wild young nigga, I admit that
Who? That bitch? I’mma get that
She’s in love with my 6 pack
And I ain’t talkin no beer fat nigga
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay now bad lil bitch from the ATL
And she got an ass like Kay Michelle
Rule number one, no kiss n tell
Her head no joke like Dave Chapelle
I see I beat that pussy like a murder case
She gon catch this white like Colgate
Keep my hoes in line like Soul Train
Every day a nigga ball, no role gain
I say 20 bottles I’m flexin
Diamonds and my Rolex’s
Where the bad bitches? Where the bad bitches?
I’m just checkin
Man I pop the moly, I’m sweatin
Back to bitch now we textin
Plenty more in my section
I’m a young version Hugh Hefner
I can’t even feel my face
I don’t really need no more drink
All these hoes, they comin with me
All them niggas they can’t believe
I say I’m rollin, I’m rollin
And this dope, I’m smoking potent
I need you, you, you and her right there
Back to the crib so we all can share
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
[Verse]
Okay I’m killin these hoes like Ted Bundy
Love a bad bitch, I’m a head junkee
White tank top and some polo undees
Tryina serve a freak with this chocolate Sunday
Snatch your chick like a ally hoop
Shots that will rock, I don’t do the goose
Put her in the coupe, I remove the roof
Then slam-dunk that pussy like Ron do
I say hold up doc I ain’t feelin well
My Rolex sick and my pockets earl’d
Flowin off money, I’m sick as hell
Bout 25k, that’s life in jail
Now when the bad hoes there put them ass shots
Rep for a nigga, be the mascot
KOD, I brung major cash
And they waving at me like a can guy
Say turned up nigga don’t turn down
Please don’t bring your ho round, nah
I don’t wanna know her name
Next thing you know we went 4 rounds
I’m a wild young nigga, I admit that
Who? That bitch? I’mma get that
She’s in love with my 6 pack
And I ain’t talkin no beer fat nigga
[Hook]
A true playa for real
Man you heard about me
I done pop 2 molys
And I’m going on 3
How I’m out my mind
And this bitch so geekin
Tryina tell yall niggas
Don’t let yo girl round me
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I wanna fuck that bitch
I’mma take yo girl
I’mma fuck yo bitch
I’mma beat that up
Give her all this big
On Right Now lyrics - Ace Hood
[Hook]
I came off from that bottom
All the niggas was hating
Started getting that money, every night’s like a celebration
All my niggas is with me, all them hoes they watching
I’ma live my life, fuck the niggas don’t like it
Hey, real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Rreal niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Ok now, old hoes, new money, still ballin like Tim Duncan
Vv’s got no flaws, chain on me cost 100
Say young niggas we ball hard, bail hard with my black card
Save money, don’t save hoes, y’all niggas so lifeguard
Hey, real niggas on right now
I ain’t ever, I ain’t ever told no lie
Riding with a bad bitch, she ain’t gotta ask shit
She ain’t never seen this fly
I be on some other shit, prolly leaving that dealership
Getting head by this free bitch, she deserve a little scholarship
I say these niggas can’t hold me back
Riding round that 45 on the lap
Shawty popping that pussy for me
Where the fuck is my dollars at
Say hop your ass in this foreign
Y’all niggas ain’t important
Can’t be getting money all this hating that you be doing
[Hook]
Club packin, my section ready
Pullin up in that 911
Bitches looking like who that is
You would think that it’s machiavelli
Say all eyes on me, 2 pac rest in peace
50 racks in my pocket, belly fitting my jeans
Where the good pussy at, where’s at, where’s at
Shawty waist is super slim and that ass is super fat
I said I’m looking for her, yeah I’m looking for her
When I give her that dick I plug that pussy like extension cards
Man I got it rich now they hatin
All it took was some patience
People say I’m underrated, well I’ma be dope as your greatest
I be in and out of the city
Hustle gotta go get it
Celebrate with my team, feels good to be winning!
[Hook]
I came off from that bottom
All the niggas was hating
Started getting that money, every night’s like a celebration
All my niggas is with me, all them hoes they watching
I’ma live my life, fuck the niggas don’t like it
Hey, real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Rreal niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Real niggas on right now
Real niggas, real niggas on right now
Ok now, old hoes, new money, still ballin like Tim Duncan
Vv’s got no flaws, chain on me cost 100
Say young niggas we ball hard, bail hard with my black card
Save money, don’t save hoes, y’all niggas so lifeguard
Hey, real niggas on right now
I ain’t ever, I ain’t ever told no lie
Riding with a bad bitch, she ain’t gotta ask shit
She ain’t never seen this fly
I be on some other shit, prolly leaving that dealership
Getting head by this free bitch, she deserve a little scholarship
I say these niggas can’t hold me back
Riding round that 45 on the lap
Shawty popping that pussy for me
Where the fuck is my dollars at
Say hop your ass in this foreign
Y’all niggas ain’t important
Can’t be getting money all this hating that you be doing
[Hook]
Club packin, my section ready
Pullin up in that 911
Bitches looking like who that is
You would think that it’s machiavelli
Say all eyes on me, 2 pac rest in peace
50 racks in my pocket, belly fitting my jeans
Where the good pussy at, where’s at, where’s at
Shawty waist is super slim and that ass is super fat
I said I’m looking for her, yeah I’m looking for her
When I give her that dick I plug that pussy like extension cards
Man I got it rich now they hatin
All it took was some patience
People say I’m underrated, well I’ma be dope as your greatest
I be in and out of the city
Hustle gotta go get it
Celebrate with my team, feels good to be winning!
[Hook]
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