Lyrics:
Buss it open like you Nicki
I'm biting on your neck girl
I just want to give you hickeys
I don't play bout my music
You are on my mind when
I write
And I
wanted all the heat
Now you gotta make your conscious vary
It's your fault now that things are tough
But I don't really give a damn even if you were
STIR IT UP
By Jo.jayno (BMI)
Chorus
Let me see you stir it up, stir it up
Stir it up, flip it up, give me love
Let me see you stir it up, stir
And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood
But other niggas don't want to see it that way
But all I got to say is: you don't want
only score in the paint (Woah)
B***h I move at my move at my own pace (Yeah)
Don’t give a f**k what you think
Back in Gym Class
Bumpin’ Gym Class where
know that I got a lot
(We finna blow up the uh)
Give yo lil' stick back don't care what ya momma got
(Who a pussy)
Told them niggas that. JAYR4W not
Bro
avenue and place,
And my homies servin' hard cause they livin by the day,
See I do it for my family and hustled by the way,
Now I'm back up
grease that I gotta beast that, I like a hood bi**h that like to talk back, touchdown in ya city point me where the hood at, I don’t know what I spent it
the flyest one of all?
I see you lookin' at me
We don't give a fuck!
What you lookin' at?
We gonna give it up!
Do ya thang, man
Fuck what they
Uh huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look
cause these pussy ass niggas don't keep shit G
Gotta stack ya dough til you cant fold ya dollas Ace all about the money so fasho I holla
Say I got a lil
I'm so low,
Yah, yeh don't know, so --
None a yer words can hurt me, fool.
None a yer combacks mean f*k, fool.
Nuffin' you say can hurt me, fool.
competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk
much people I can't go around
My pops was a dead beat
So f**k it I'll be damned you know I ain't gon be a dead beat
I don't even give a f**k no more he
'm tired of the smiles in my face
I don't wanna give em back s**t be feeling fake
Can't nobody balance half this mother f***ing weight
I be stressed the f**k
Niggas ain't ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it ain't for the paper I don't show my face up
Make a bet I turn the ace up,
Shawty she always with me and she said that she feeling safe (I know that she safe)
I'm not a king, I'm the ace (the ace)
I've been losing some
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
straight send 'em hits
But I don't give a damn
I'm toppin' charts everywhere
From Japan from Germany to the south is where I am
But just appeared that
Miles Morales, I said Miles Morales
A P.O.C spidey that's where my morale is
By day askin' where AP calculus class is
By night throwing out
back it up
She giving head its immaculate
Ace is on top better pack it up
Taliban I'm in a pakia'
Don't give a fuck what a bitch say
Zaza smoking
we can get it popping!
[Verse 1: Ace Chan]
Double my profits, uh
Look we ain't worried bout these f**k ni**as,
Cause they off topic
Keep your energy
don't matter, 'cause I know shit ain't really like that
'Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that
You
for them slugs
Aint nobody showing love, cuz nobody give a f**k
If the police pulling up, f**k a charge cuz Ima run!
Been thuggin since way back
I dont
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