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ace hood - damn! lyrics

[intro]
oh yeah?
that’s how you feel, huh, young n-ggas?
you gon’ pull up in that ma’f-ckin’ foreign right there
went bare in your ma’f-ckin’ pocket with that b-tch?

[hook]
godd-mn… godd-mn
why you do ‘em like that? godd-mn
(what you mean?)
how he pull up in the porsche, 911, oh lord
with a bad b-tch with me and her -ss all for it
godd-mn… godd-mn
hundred-thousand for the rollie, godd-mn
all these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way
kod in magic city, p-ssy, k, i’ll make it rain
godd-mn

[verse 1: ace hood]
steppin’ out tonight i think i’m ‘bout to make a movie
drophead phantom whippin’, bumpin’ lil’ boosie
b-tch, i got a check i just might buy the whole club
twenty-thousand dollars i just call it showin’ love
big money n-gga, caught a milli on the jewels
ballin’ like a b-tch, i made the espn news
oh boy, you can never play me for a fool
keep a mr. fix-it with me, that’s who keep the tool
i say “now good lord, look at shorty there, she all -ss”
“bet your money she gon’ f-ck me for that brown bag”
i said i’m too gone off that liquor – turn up, n-gga, you trippin’
and peace to rockin’ my system – blue-tinted watches, i’m different

[hook]

[verse 2: plies]
i was in the trap, cracker kicked the door
i was in the room, i was beatin’ a hoe
cracker asked me “n-gga, where the store?”
told him “probably in alaska, cracker, where it snow”
hit crummers, i’mma buy a hundred shares
and give it all the way to all of y’all n-ggas
got a funny feeling i’mma whack me a rat
and get on tv playin’ crazy like “i don’t know what happened”
asked me did i f-ck his girl, i told him i don’t remember
now did she suck me? that’s a strong possibility
hit him with the nine and got his sh-t back
ten racks, p-ssy n-gga, and i’ll sell your chain back

[hook]

[verse 3: ace hood]
okay, now fat black meryl b-tches call me bruce wayne
crib big as wal-mart, n-gga that’s a shame
and i keep a shooter, call that boy dwayne wade
most them n-ggas p-ssy, lucky i don’t call names
catch me runnin’ up in that, lord have mercy, thank you jesus
probably with a freak, her name tanika, she a skeezer
order more bottles, tell ‘em more rosé
dope boy swag, gold rollie and some j’s
i be wildin’ on your n-ggas – stylin’ on your n-ggas
go and cop a whip and then i instagram a picture
what your money like? what get your cheddar up?
my paper long, b-tch, etcetera, etcetera
yeah!

[hook]

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