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young a c - on dat كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
if you talking about money then i’m on that
sh-t i’m getting so much i can loan that
dat,dat on cognac
couple real n-gg-s on a strong sack
you talking lil money off that
hang up on your -ss won’t call back, back, back
where the mall at
walk up in that b-tch and tell them
give me all that

[verse 1]
i don’t f-ck with these n-gg-rs and i don’t play with
these hoes
i keep my mind on my money and my eyes on my foes
i be riding on foes h-tting corners on slide
slipping d-ck in these hoes busting c-m up her out
now i’m back on the block focus only on guack
so i hit my lil orb i told ’em open a shop
don’t give a f-ck ’bout you haters
and if you like me or not
i give a f-ck ’bout my paper in a number one spot
whole block in my hood abbreviate the loss
loss chinese food we put your -ss in a box
the streets told me i’m hot i told ’em b-tch i’m on
fire
and i was hot back then i’m still hot right now
ac deep side rebels in lot of them
the cartel we the set catch me throwing up ales
and probably f-ck we the man got still you dope
real sh-t they call me brisco and i’m on dat

[verse 2]
half the n-gg-s be hating on the fat they ain’t skating
they should develop some patience
h-ll up look babies up in the spot
let ’em hit it probably brought me a vixen
if we got in the parking lot ain’t no stock its
addition
but still i’m humble as well got a gun that would yell
like you was raping that hoe n-gg-rs saying i know
shout out my n-gg- j no pressure you got ace on that
hoe
knowing we something that model got b-tches hating my
hoe
i do whatever i want n-gg-rs wishing me dead
when i leave from my mama she always kissing my head
beat it back in be gone still i got n-gg-rs and fans
but f-ck you haters till you help me i be getting this
bread

[verse 3]
last year i was struggling and everyday now i’m for
reason paying the hussling and all the years i’ve been
torn
all them n-gg-rs that shouted us had us ducking their
bullets
had us busting them bullets in a rush when you pull it
i got my heart in the city cheny taught me to get it
when you told me you’s pimping i just control your
b-tches
but keep a hold on your digits you can roll on your
sixes
but watch ’em falls on your b-tches ’cause by that
dough when my b-tch is
had yu laid in your coffin probably shift at the river
all my n-gg-rs is stay home i still f-cking with you
i got my eye on the prize they got their eye on my size
i got my hand on my thigh put it on grand you will die
that’s real n-gg-

- young a c

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