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ace hood - bugati lyrics

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[intro: future]
we the motherf-ckin best n-gg-
ace hood
it’s over, future

[bridge: future]
i go looking for you haitians
i stay smoking on good jamaican
i f-ck b-tches from different races
you get money they started hating

[hook: future]
i walk up in the new bugati
i walk up in the new bugati
i walk up in the new bugati
i walk up in the new bugati
i walk up in the new bugati

[verse 1: ace hood]
n-gg-s be hatin i’m rich as a b-tch
100 k i spent that on my wrist
two hundred thousand i spent that on your b-tch
you and your model put that on the list
oh there he go with that foreign again
killin the sebring and callin it end
murder she wrote, swallow a choke
hit her and go home and call her again
woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipin some sh-t with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
them horses follow them porsches
you p-ss-es can’t handle a afford it
4, 200 my mortgage
ballin on n-gg-s like kobe
f-ck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
reppin my city i’m runnin my state
give me a pistol then run with the k’s
n-gg-s want beef then i feed ya your plate bang!

[bridge]

[hook]

[verse 2: ace hood ]
yeah, i’m at it again
there go the flow bringin tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
n-gg-s is sweepin them cavities in
countin money, hourly trend
rolling them skinnies like olsen twins
n-gg-s is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of gold olympian sh-t
n-gg-s is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some p-ssy then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
popeye said them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
billionaire n-gg- no rumor
livin my life off of tuna
wanted with me i deliver the beef
real n-gg-s only enjoyin the feast
pull up a seat, bon appet-te
no lou vuittons put that red on your feet bang

[bridge]

[hook]

[verse 3: rick ross]
photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the rollz royce
is why they hatin push a b-tton on these broke boys
it’s detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
i watch mama struggle now she livin care free
that’s why i hustle for half a ki that’s 12 g’s
i’m tryin to bubble every summer out in lp
you gotta love me i got shooters out the d-league
signin bonuses get that red… from dirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill
and what it is? ricky rozay and ace hood
we h-lla trill
yeah

[bridge]

[hook]



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