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a.c.e. team - no hook lyrics

[verse 1: cupio]
ay, ay
a.c.e. the team if you know what i mean
boutta f-ck your b-tch and you know i make her scream
busted a nut and she use it like some cream
she love the way i d-ck her down, even in her wet dreams
i give it to her good and she thinking about me
i don’t give a f-ck she just another fem
she think she all bad but she not a f-cking queen
poppin all this p-ssy and i’m only fifteen
i’m only fifteen but i’m trynna make them racks
selling all these c-ke, yeah cos of them stacks
yeah comes in kilos, so i keep it in the back
boutta get this check and it’s boutta be fat
do not f-ck with me or i’ll blow you with the mac
m.o.b. the gang and you know we all strapped
and i’m f-cken on your b-tch and you know she getting clapped

[verse 2]
rollin through these streets with this f-cken ford
talk sh-t and i keep going
what that say to you
i keep storing, the checks up
like i’m next up
like i’m counting up the bands like i’m flexin
and they playing with you, thinking i f-cked up
pledge allegiance to the bag that i’m trynna snag
i be chasing cannot lag
i be racing catching frags
all you b-tches always nag
got my baby and she bad
something you cannot have
look left, look right, imma make them mad
look up, look down, imma f-cken laugh
all you fakes want smoke, it’s a f-cken joke
i know you really jealous on the low
i know you ain’t toting poles yeah
i know your strips ain’t cold yeah
i know you really gonna fold yeah
i know you flexing fake gold yeah

[verse 3]
a.c.e. that’s the dream team, sprite it’s that clean lean
talk to your hoe on my left, she a mean fiend
catfish she ain’t fake, but she a fake that’s what i see
hating cos when imma be up top, yeah you see me
lil latina bad and you know she my main queen
never catch me lacking got the bands just like 40
can’t f-ck with a lame b-tch cos you know they be boring
need a safe for the bands because that’s what i’m storin
need a horse on my back cos i only drive foreigns
hundred on the dash yeah this porsche yeah im foreign
trap phone in my right cos these hoes i ignore them
got bands in my pocket, they started outpouring
be mad like a bull but i ball out like jordan
ay, but i ball out like jordan

- a c e team lyrics

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