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lil ace 2gb - on 'em lyrics

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[intro]
(hit ’em with that cobra)
(aye sirski)

[chorus]
d+mn lil ace, how you switch it up again on ’em?
lil n+gga too rich, stack the racks just to sit on ’em
yea i always stood out, i was never good with fitting in
everything i accomplished, i done went back and did again
put a mil’ on the plate, everybody started diggin’ in
shoot the stick at your face, sound like the choppa whistling
stomp his head on the curb, ion think the n+gga listening
ian stepping the car, that’s why all the b+tches getting in

[verse 1]
dropping all these songs back to back, like i’m 10 for 10
you would think i sell crack, the way all these n+ggas tuning in
they can’t do what i don’ done, i would love to see it done again
breaking in your house, that’s why everybody running in
yea i’m f+cking on your spouse, you ain’t the only one that’s cumming in
stand outside the club, shoot the gun, now i’m coming in
n+gga break a dub, you a thug? forever locking in
now a n+gga up, member’ a n+gga wasn’t popping then
wait (huh), wait (huh), n+gga talking broke like i can’t even comprehend
my n+gga in the streets, how the f+ck you get shot again?
came up from nothing, like a n+gga just poppin’ up
made a mil’ in a year, like a n+gga found a pot of luck
put my heart on the track, my emotions be bottled up
yea them n+ggas ain’t got motion, ain’t n0body really stopping us (go)
[chorus]
d+mn lil ace, how you switch it up again on ’em?
lil n+gga too rich, stack the racks just to sit on ’em
yea i always stood out, i was never good with fitting in
everything i accomplished, i done went back and did again (hit ’em with that cobra)
put a mil’ on the plate, everybody started diggin’ in
shoot the stick at your face, sound like the choppa whistling
stomp his head on the curb, ion think the n+gga listening (aye sirski)
ian stepping the car, that’s why all the b+tches getting in

[chorus]
d+mn lil ace, how you switch it up again on ’em?
lil n+gga too rich, stack the racks just to sit on ’em
yea i always stood out, i was never good with fitting in
everything i accomplished, i done went back and did again
put a mil’ on the plate, everybody started diggin’ in
shoot the stick at your face, sound like the choppa whistling
stomp his head on the curb, ion think the n+gga listening
ian stepping the car, that’s why all the b+tches getting in



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