rob ace - no calls lyrics
[hook: rob ace]
city life, cold nights, hot days, bad hoes
fast cars, fast cash, champagne, bandos
hennessy pourin’ that shorty is foreign
i leave in the mornin’ with no calls
my n-gg-s is poppin’ we balling we shopping
we smoking and copping with no calls
no calls or textin
no calls from exes
we balling, we count it
we roll up them ounces
city life, cold nights, hot days, bad hoes
fast cars, fast cash, champagne, bandos
[verse 1: rob ace]
my youngins with me got 3 poles
no bowling, got 3 hoes
still snowing, my b-tch froze
i’m going off like a pistol
jeep swerving like f-ck the road
everybody here f-cking hoes
ducking shots as i level up
told e f-ck a bezel up
b-tches hated when a n-gg- hustled but, all the sudden they be repping us
n-gg-s hated think i forgot but, for a fact they’ll remember us
i remember i was sweating hoes now i’m sweating bread and they stressing us
n-gg- god been blessing us now we thumbing down like its 7 up
in the party f-cked my 7’s up
i’m about to face 7 blunts
in the city i’m a fly guy
with your biddie, she a high slide
pop out, in wash heights with a couple n-gg-s out in front row
n-gg- i just wanna get bread then get head then dub hoes
stupid flow, i be spittin’ crack
special ed, all my n-gg-s smacked
drop a rack on a f-cking pack
you could do it too but i’ll get it back
she gon’ f-ck with the whole crew
then, throw it back for another song
she off of henny and i’m off the act
n-gg- vino he be on patron
[hook: rob ace]
city life, cold nights, hot days, bad hoes
fast cars, fast cash, champagne, bandos
hennessy pourin’ that shorty is foreign
i leave in the mornin’ with no calls
my n-gg-s is poppin’ we balling we shopping
we smoking and copping with no calls
no calls or textin
no calls from exes
we balling, we count it
we roll up them ounces
city life, cold nights, hot days, bad hoes
fast cars, fast cash, champagne, bandos
[verse 2: vino world]
i’m super tron
bout to cop me 2 patron’s
and i got me all my jewelry on
i was broke they ain’t put me on
now my collar green and red
i’m boutta throw some gucci on
i can’t hear what n-gg-s said
this flight bout to go to barcelone
i’m in the stars alone
they see how i’m cooking this shit
they see what i’m pushing is lit
the cops pulled me over, they said i was speeding
they just want to look in the whip
shorty the city i’m from (harlem)
this shit is crooked as shit
skimuyze got me crooked as shit
like f-ck all these couches
my foot in this shit like hey
if you ain’t with it n-gg- get up out the way
you ain’t no thug i caught a toy like it’s okay
don’t do no clubs i hit that b-tch when i get paid
shorty trynna ride this wave, these hoes don’t change
[hook: rob ace]
city life, cold nights, hot days, bad hoes
fast cars, fast cash, champagne, bandos
hennessy pourin’ that shorty is foreign
i leave in the mornin’ with no calls
my n-gg-s is poppin’ we balling we shopping
we smoking and copping with no calls
no calls or textin
no calls from exes
we balling, we count it
we roll up them ounces
city life, cold nights, hot days, bad hoes
fast cars, fast cash, champagne, bandos
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