Hour I Can Make It Up If You Go Get In The Shower Im Gone Let It Off (x2) Girl Wont U Take Off That Towel VERSE 1 Ohh Yess Its Mr Hood
the floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by
it, i like it when you put it on me i got a kool-aid smile and baby i like it, i like it (50 cent) everytime we dance you make it worth my while and
Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the
it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
lovers Give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want your mind to blow, baby When you free your mind and let it float Let
it opposite legit Me and my nigga Kon so addicted to the chips He going to let you know the script [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ace Hood] And whatever it takes Ace Hood
Ghost Hoodie Season Somebody gotta hold it down, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing
's, let me run it through ya stomach, baby Thug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted Up and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit It from
Let it rain let it drip Down ass bounties and a pocket full of chips skip skip [HOG] Let it rain let it drip nigga Let it rain. Let it rain let it drip
loco with the cake [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Now hold up, wait a minute let the bad boy in it I been off for about a minute Now it's minutes on this grizzy
run off Rippin' up his back but the strap'll tear your front off Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off It's D-Block, we treat every
running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it
Make you bow down to the row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it
it, got these wannabe thugs up, load my slugs up Hey yo back up Cube Dogg we passed that bitch muggs up Pull over and let me out this show no sight Now
oven heated up, and bitch you looking like lunch Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts Then I dip off in the cut, and throw it
Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] Now watch me move through the city, gutta be my religion Only vision to get it is take it without a witness They say they want me dead and it
