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ace hood - truffle butter (beast mix freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, think-thinking out loud
i can name a couple rappers biting my style
but i ain’t even tripping, what’s a bentley to a civic
n-ggas never will admit it, give a f-ck if you’re offended
man that boy spitting, see a young n-gga winning
eat you rappers up for dinner, oooh happy thanksgiving
oh lord, i’m a top shotta, block cotta(?), the cops got ’em
promoters tryna to holler, just tell ’em its top dollar
i’ve been cool with it, i’m thru chillin’, a new villain
i’m a lieutenant, you dudes finished, a young lennox
you a mike tyse, you bite-bite, my flow nice
it’s a bunch of n-ggas up in the crowd, you all hype
why the f-ck is they minding? mind on combat
bar after bar, what you talking n-gga, klondike?
nothing never lesser than a mill if i sign that
try me, mutombo, oh no, palm that
i’m thinking out loud
i just wanna marry angela and stay down
yes ms. simmons, you’d get more than just the business
i am true to my religion, i can make your daddy proud
but i’m off that
half a million in a month though
you owe me money, i’ll be banging at your front door
for twenty dollars n-gga shooting like they rondo
be on your corner every morning like alonzo
ooooh, somebody stop that boy
every chick on instagram wanna f-ck this boy, ha
a n-gga abs on fleek, and pause any n-gga wanna test my cheat
dawg i’m a beast, up in vip, rocking givenchy, no drawers underneath
i’m a rockstar, she like chocolate i put it in her mouth boy
she use her tongue every inch, i want it wiped off
my jewelry shining so bright you leave the lights off
ooh, d-mn, bling bling n-gga
hood nation the motherfreaking team n-gga
yeah, and i ain’t really wanna cuss at all
but ain’t no love from the boy, it’s just l-st involved
baby mama wanna trip, now the courts involved
heard you need a little money, now you forced to call
d-mn, she don’t wanna let me see mine
see all this drama don’t fit, i want a refund
telling lies, cut it out like a coupon
i keep faith, gotta pray, all in due time
but, silly you, that’s a poor move
i still ball like the n-gga john wall do
i kick it with some pretty b-tches like kung fu
it’s thirty grand if you want me in your venue
see i’m a motherf-cking beast, no nice guy
i get your man x’d out, i’m a cyclops
i don’t kid, no play, f-ck a high top
and still fill twenty holes, screaming f-ck cops
n-gga!
hood nation b-tch!

- ace hood lyrics

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