
a.c.e (can) - week lyrics
[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah (you don’t wanna see bro_bro)
you don’t wanna see bro_bro hop out the
yeah, yeah (it’s a.c.e)
[chorus]
you don’t wanna see bro_bro hop out the v
you don’t wanna see lil’ cro dutty the scene
i can rob me a n_gga any day of the week
all black mask up in a nike tech, put food on the plate, i had nothing to eat
they had bread, wouldn’t break and they had them on feast
i’ve been running like track, it can’t wait ’til we meet (wow)
yeah, i kick in your door, i just saw me the loot
told cro don’t blow, but he itching to shoot
when he hop out the o man he shooting at you and you and you
that b_tch ain’t bad and that b_tch get the boot
in the trap with some cash and i’m trying to recruit
bullets hitting they ass and thеn the glitchy a fruit (no cap)
[verse]
bullets go through your window, so lock off your blinds
don’t get turnеd to a cripple or shot from behind
i’m a creep with my missile find out she done lined
glizzy silver nickel i’m flipping them dimes (packs, packs)
plugs just dropped a bird (fast, fast)
bro don’t hit the curb
shizzy my driver, a demon, the tires they screech, when he see the jakes he finna swerve
if money’s the root to all evil, then why am i happy when i splurge
you can’t buy happiness n_gga, it make me happy when i earn
like go get a bag, go get a bag, go get it bag, yeah i had to learn
bro_bo whippin’ the pot with the rock ’til it lock, gotta make sure the sh_t don’t burn
[chorus]
you don’t wanna see bro_bro hop out the v
you don’t wanna see lil’ cro dutty the scene
i can rob me a n_gga any day of the week
all black mask up in a nike tech, put food on the plate, i had nothing to eat
they had bread, wouldn’t break and they had them on feast
i’ve been running like track, it can’t wait ’til we meet (wow)
yeah, i kick in your door, i just saw me the loot
told cro don’t blow, but he itching to shoot
when he hop out the o man he shooting at you and you and you
that b_tch ain’t bad and that b_tch get the boot
in the trap with some cash and i’m trying to recruit
bullets hitting they ass and then the glitchy a fruit (no cap)
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