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ace og - ps2 lyrics

ps2 lyrics
[part i: “ps2”]

[intro]
(blueboik)
yeah (yeah)
it’s ace og (mmm, yeah)
rap god season (yeah), you know what goin’ on (woo, woo)
the internet made me do it (woo, woo), b+tch (yeah, ayy)
yeah (b+tch), ayy

[chorus]
keep my name out of your f+ckin’ business (yeah)
got so much racks that i could touch the ceilin’ (huh, what)
all my jeans are so tight, i can barely fit it (godd+mn)
might spin the wheel of fortune like a fidget (huh)
put my d+ck down her throat, her esophagus (d+mn)
she gon’ pick up the noodle with chopsticks (what)
all these plaques on my walls, they my scholarships (huh)
i came from rags to riches (ayy, ayy, woo)
i came from rags to riches (what, what)
i came from rags to riches (what, huh)
these b+tches, they wanna suck d+ck (ayy, what)
i know that you mad as sh+t (ayy, ayy)
yeah, ayy (ayy, what), young ace, he got racks for days (yeah)
yeah (huh), ain’t no ps2 (ayy), i don’t play no games (slatt, bih)
[verse]
ooh, all this money i got in a bank (yeah)
got these weapons like ratchet & clank (huh)
this ain’t black ops, i ain’t got no rank (nah, nah, nah)
f+ck with the gang and you gonna get shanked (what)
i smoke on that gas and it stank (yeah)
i smoke on the dankest of dank (huh)
feel like carti, i ride in a tank (baw, baw), ayy
i’m smashin’ the box, man, i’m feelin’ like crash (huh)
i play with these racks, man, i’m doin’ the dash (i’m doin’ the dash, what)
i’m f+ckin’ your b+tch, i put her in a cast (d+mn)
she doin’ me crazy, she throwin’ that ass (smash, smash, what)
most of these people can’t even relax (nah)
thankful for all of the fans that i have (yeah)
i can’t be stopped and you know that’s that facts (nah)
they say i can’t rap, that was me in the past (ayy, what)
i might just put you on blast and sh+t (blast and sh+t)
throat is so sick, i need aspirin (i need aspirin)
i’m sippin’ on fanta and actavis (and actavis)
might put my thumb up her ass and sh+t (what, huh)
speed in the whip like a go+kart (skrrt, skrrt)
swimmin’ in that p+ssy like a magikarp (what)
spittin’ all this fire like a charizard (ayy)
b+tch, i’m like a d+ck, i’m so f+ckin’ hard (huh)

[part ii: “get f+cked up”]

[intro]
(okska)

[chorus]
i’m ’bout to get f+cked up (f+cked up)
shawty, she runnin’ it up (she runnin’ it up)
she tryna get to the nut (get to the nut)
i beat on her ass like a drum (like a drum)
she wanna get f+cked up (yeah)
these p+ssies try to act tough (yeah, yeah)
i keep the forty on me tucked (brrr)
i put these diamonds in the rough (yeah)

[verse]
all this ice on me cold like a glacier (ice)
and my glock got a beam like a laser (baw, baw)
he stealin’ my style, he a faker (f+ck him)
if he f+ck with me, he get the razor (d+mn)
i’m ballin’, but not like an nba player (nah)
these b+tches, they snitches (nah), they all full of hatred (nah)
my b+tch, she a slayer, she gettin’ that paper (paper)
got head, that’s no brainer, she ridin’ the latest (yeah)
oh wait, hold up, i f+cked on my neighbor (smash)
i’m from philly, the b+tch from decatur (huh)
she gettin’ that bag, i can’t blame her (what)
y’all can save all your comments for later (nah, nah)
it’s too early to give me a rating (yeah)
it’s a matter of time i get famous (huh, what)
i done turned the coupe into a sp+ceship (ayy)
y’all must’ve forgotten that i am an alien (ayy, slatt)
[chorus]
i’m ’bout to get f+cked up (f+cked up)
shawty, she runnin’ it up (she runnin’ it up)
she tryna get to the nut (get to the nut)
i beat on her ass like a drum (like a drum)
she wanna get f+cked up (yeah)
these p+ssies try to act tough (yeah, yeah)
i keep the forty on me tucked (brrr)
i put these diamonds in the rough (yeah)

[outro]
she wanna get f+cked up
these p+ssies try to act tough
i keep the forty on me tucked
i put these diamonds in the rough

- ace og lyrics

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