- Ace Hood Gutta 歌詞
- Ace Hood
- Its so incredible
AceYou aint comin round here
Talkin all that shit
Talkin bout you get all them bricks
Im a have to come round your way
Nigga Im real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I dont know where you lay
Betta act right fo
I get uptight
Act up Im a let the automatic spray(Get em)
Boy, there ya go(Get em)
Boy, there ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Boy, there you go
Hol up with it,
KhaledDont let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact
Im a leave him in the river
Come and get him when its winter
Nigga holla back,
Im gutta,
I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like
Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies wont last
Til your somethin like paper tags
Dont make me slide the mask
To save from blast, get his ass
You aint comin round here
Talkin all that shit
Talkin bout you get all them bricks
Im a have to come round your way
Nigga Im real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I dont know where you lay
Betta act right fo
I get uptight
Act up Im a let the automatic spray
Now let me get 'em
When I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell em gimme that
KFuck niggas and they really dont think
That I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that
K then we leave em and we findem in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay
Actin like
I dont know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man, ya niggas too fake
Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs, what?
Yaint bout that lie. huh?
Yaint got no stride, naw
Yount really grind, leave em in the streets
Til the D boys find em, dumb niggas
And they huggin on the grind in the middle of this town
We gon g-g-get em
You aint comin round here
Talkin all that shit
Talkin bout you get all them bricks
Im a have to come round your way
Nigga Im real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I dont know where you lay
Betta act right fo
I get uptight
Act up Im a let the automatic spray
Now who am
I? Mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that its over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep, creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head, now they callin me folgers
But still creep in
Adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo family at pop
Pop just call me ace
Slump niggas,
Im a call you dead
Click clack now ya
T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon, no batteries included know that
The clip be hands on, itll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard( Get em)
You aint comin round here
Talkin all that shit
Talkin bout you get all them bricks
Im a have to come round your way
Nigga Im real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mama stay
Act like I dont know where you lay
Betta act right fo
I get uptight
Act up Im a let the automatic spray
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