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alright.

That's where your father came in
He was picking his chin she said
Keep your hands off my daughter
You'll be better off dead
The girl's only
Hey
Hey
Hey
Well, Alright

Her mother came in
She was sipping her drink she said
Keep your hands off my daughter
You'll be better off dead
stuffed in my Ferarri hood
Fuck niggas talk bout MC's on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killa gave me the will (flee)
Black car fever got this nigga feelin
the girls my room key
Money can’t buy you love, so I don’t pay for no pussy
I don’t pay these haters no mind, so fuckin’ call me cheap
I grab life by
hurt)
I said I really wanna work this out
Damn girl I'm trying
Here's the remix (remix)

I got this ice box where my heart used to be 
I got this
wanna percent of my ASCAP
Tryin' to control perspective like an acid flashback
But here's a quotable for every single record exec
"Get your fuckin'
what I'm sayin'?

All my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
And all my real playas throw ya hands up high
And just keep on bouncin' while I take you
of us
Find that life ain't beautiful
We switch to
Pharmaceuticals
Your nine to five
Ain't suitable
For the cuticles
I'm going bad
Currently I keep
at the Ritz I won't even get you a towel when I spray on your tits
I'm not a misogynist, I just like it when girls are massage'n this so pop shit and I'ma
Yo, see what I believe is, uh huh uh huh, 808 needs a remix

Oh Babe, is it true that your girl don't do the things I do?
Are you missin' this
to 
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good

[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me, 
My
stuffed in my Ferarri hood
Fuck niggas talk bout MC's on my hills
Hip hop was dead and killa gave me the will (flee)
Black car fever got this nigga
infrared nigga, dead eye 
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it 
The good life, tryin'' ta live it

Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
infrared nigga, dead eye 
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it 
The good life, tryin'' ta live it

Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
infrared nigga, dead eye 
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it 
The good life, tryin'' ta live it

Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
the girls my room key
Money can’t buy you love, so I don’t pay for no pussy
I don’t pay these haters no mind, so fuckin’ call me cheap
I grab life by
my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors

Keep us spiralin', goin' backwards
At age nine, saw my first
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my b****es get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT A**, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
s***, Top Dog I'm the see-E-O
Role model, your mother-f***ing H-E-R-O

My motto, "Be Cool - Keep Pimpin'."
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
My radio is off

Let's be good
Let's get off
You've got to earn it
'Cause you want it
Don't you girl?

Keep your lights off
And look the other
I'm so cold, I'm so cold 

I don't wanna be stuck off in this cold cold world 
Don't wanna mess this up, better keep your eye on me girl 

Let
I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags, I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play

I'm financed in China,
slept, wake up, ya better make space
Taste the bread I break off, as I take it to your face! Whew
Can you keep up like skeleton watch Organized Konfusion