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ace hood - bout me lyrics

bout me
(feat. ballgreezy)

mr. hood
n-gg- i’m good
ace hood
face good
wish a n-gg- would
take this
bake this
feed it to the wolves,
these m-th-f-kas should
i’m beatin like band wood,
that black flag swag is part of my man hood,
that pistol on that seat it’s just keepin ya man good,
i’ll pop his top like drops and can goods,
i’m gutta
tell you one thing bout me
i’m stuck to duh greens
like duh c-ke to the feens
and if by all means
just pay me in all green
sprite chasin the promethezine
i’m on leen,
ball greez my dude
well goon ya hole team,
i’m him them dangers ask ya man dange
15 bottles of rose and champain
n-gg-s dey no duh name
and understand the game
i kno u c the chain
it’s we the best the game…

b-tch i’m ruthless
boy i’m a g
nd u dnt no a m-th-f-kin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
i du it 4 duh streets
i du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
tell u diz about me,
bout me, bout me,
bout me,
i’m a g i’m a rock with dat beat
tell u diz about me,
bout me,
bout me,
bout me, i’m a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me…

i’m a stack my bread and f-ck n-gg-s hoes,
shoot dice, drink liquor and sell dope,
tote fire stay fresh err where i go
pop pills n wildin keep my codeon
pack extra clips nd get my suit on
ask b-tch -ss n-gg-s who wanna move wrong
so if you got it on ya mind let a n-gg- know
so i cud show u dat duh nine send n-gg-s home
otha den dat duh street n-gg-s love greez
even doe dey baby mama wanna f-ck me
i’m 100 bout everything duh boy du
dats y duh crowd behind me err where i move
nd u can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
nd i dnt play no games wen it’s bout money,
i du it for dem young n-gg-s dat pop beans, the hot boys with big stacks cops see…

ayy where my goons at,
where my g’s at
where dem killas n dem zoe’s stayin so strapped
broaward county on the map dats a known fact,
n wen i tawk bak people runnin fo flat(brrrraaat)
nd night light see duh light u cud follow dat
… i creep all black.
so straped,
f-ck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped,
black flag my rag got duh wrist wrap…
we stilla g wen i walked out of pintack,
cause i’m me
whose he we cud end dat,
street n-gg- ain’t no tym 4 dat chit chat,
i’m cold like caronas in a 6 pack
, ace hood gettin head like a ball cap
one thing about me i dnt call back,
fall back i’m addicted 2 duh brown bag
, mc hammer swag,
can’t touch dat…

- ace hood lyrics

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