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rob ace - studios&backwoods lyrics

intro:
yeah
ayee
yeah
-inhales smoke, exhales smoke-
rob ace n-gga (haa)
yeah
aye

verse 1:
for the fame and the fortune
for a rack and designer
you n-ggas burn like a fire
run out of gas like a lighter
207, we be smokin’
city hot for the summers
swear all these n-ggas got dumber
and never cared for they mother
i ain’t wanna go to cl-ss
i just wanna smoke in bandos
i ain’t had no cl-ss
f-ckin b-tches from orlando
sh-t was movin h-lla fast
out of nowhere findin’ ammo
they gon’ make you crash
ain’t blending in, f-ck the camo
pockets look like camel backs
this the sh-t that i prayed for
this the sh-t that i stayed for
and i played for, and they take for
huh, yeah
n-gga should i even say more?
alligator on my hoodie
sing to her like boogie
yeah, aye
ridin’ through the boogie down
they say i’m a rookie now
i just say that i’m off the couch
look, yeah
hit her wit another left
all your sh-t is by the steps
first time should of came correct
yeah, facts
and that hennessy stinging like bees
burning honey slowly
getting closer to my dreams
this ain’t a love song
this a ride through
she ask can she pull up
i don’t even like you
yeah, yeah

hook:
wish i could tell her i love her and her -ss good
but i’ve been stuck on studios and backwoods (yeah)
but i’ve been stuck on studios and backwoods (yeah)
but i’ve been stuck on studios and backwoods (yeeaaah)
wish i could tell her i love her and her -ss good
but i’ve been stuck on studios and backwoods (yeah)
but i’ve been stuck on studios and backwoods (haa)
but i’ve been stuck on studios and backwoods

verse 2:
yeah, yeah
i woke up with a different vision
woke up with a different vision
see things with a straight path, they start twisting
lot of dishes in the sink to even have a plate
a lot of b-tches in the drinks to even conversate
i could of swore i ashed the blunt before i p-ssed it up
i could of floored the gas for us but they ain’t catching up
i’m riding through new york city in my nike tech
and now she all up on my body like a nike check
iphone ringing, hit the power b-tton like i’m off
sippin’ purple syrup then like i had the cough
if you woulda told me back then who i would become
i wouldn’t believe it, i ain’t think i’d p-ss 21 (21, yeeaaah)

- rob ace lyrics

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