Lyrics

Mmm, mmm, ayy Need an ace in the hole If I'm gon make it might as well need me more bucks Add a little bit more love Fuck fake niggas imma still roll up Like I fuckin' blowin' up, little kid growin' up Pretty boy glowin' up Hit the whip turnin' up Droppin' out like mike I'm ready for a fight Niggas bark I bite Tell me when it's over Need a cure I'm closer One step off the edge, finna fall off Love getting fucked up, let me pour up With a thirty and the liquor, finna throw up Fuck these fake niggas, they love to pose up Got a sweet tooth, from these lame loners Wait, I'ma fuck a loner Cause uh I'ma roll a doobie like a stoner I'm the type to stand in my lane Love to spend a blue face to get blue faced Like my little shawty right out there, a dinner date Roast her out so good like some propane I'm like Hank Hill comin' in with the chase Crossin' down every path that she might take Fuck these fake niggas they said "no way" I'm the type of nigga tryna make my own way Mmm, mmm, ayy Need an ace in the hole If I'm gon make it might as well need me more bucks Add a little bit more love Fuck fake niggas imma still roll up Like I fuckin' blowin' up, little kid growin' up Pretty boy glowin' up Hit the whip turnin' up Droppin' out like mike I'm ready for a fight Niggas bark I bite Tell me when it's over Tell me when it's over No, no, no
Writer(s): Jay Christensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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