[Intro]
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Real niggas came to party
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Ace Hood…
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Real niggas came to party
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[Hook: Ace Hood & Meek Mill]
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I say Lord, have mercy, all I wanted was a Beamer
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Had no pot to piss in now I’m livin’ thankin’ Jesus
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Now my Rollie flooded I’m not talkin’ ‘bout Katrina
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Know I run my city, couple thousand from my sneakers
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It’s goin’ down (it’s goin’ down)
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It’s goin’ down (it’s goin’ down)
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Burn the kush, on some rockets, goin’ down (it’s goin’ down)
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It’s goin’ down (it’s goin’ down)
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It’s goin’ down (it’s goin’ down)
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Bad bitches bring the whips it’s goin’ down
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[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
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Okay, happy birthday, nigga, every day I’m getting’ cake
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What’s the day? It’s Tuesday, bitch I might blow 100K
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Fuck that nigga, they sleepin’, it’s a must I raise the stakes
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Can’t play with a nigga, no way ? my drop is white as mayonnaise
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Holy shit, better watch your bitch ? Frito Lay, gotta stack them chips
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Keep that tool on depot shit, and I keep two clips if a nigga do trip
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Boy you talk, I get money ? ridin’ around in that new 600
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We them young niggas on the block who run it
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Evil Knievel, bro, we stuntin’ ? okay
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Millionaire nigga, I got diamonds on my dick
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Boy, my swagger dope, I’m talkin’ 20 kilo bricks
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Just bought me an Aston and it came with a Spanish bitch
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Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
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[Hook: Ace Hood & Meek Mill]
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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Okay, I go in in my beast mode ? rappin’ niggas I eat those
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I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend on knee like a free throw
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I don’t want me no good girl, ‘til I fell in love with these freak hoes
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In my bedroom, I’ll make a movie, it’s starring me with that Li, rogues
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I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on ‘posit
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Racks all in my pockets, and these rats all at the Pots Inn
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I got rats all in my conscious, money all in my mind
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I got shooters on my team, and they’ve got bodies on their nines
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Look at that bad bitch right there ? see the body on that dime?
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I ain’t swimmin’ in no hole, you know I’m probably on that grind
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All these niggas hatin’ on me ? but I ain’t on that time
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Stab me in the back, nigga ? and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Psy
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Whoa!
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[Hook: Ace Hood & Meek Mill]
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[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
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Okay, let’s all say a prayer since my swagger’s such a killer
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Might just buy your chick and give her that dick filet for dinner
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Nigga don’t want no problems, pistol pop you’ll get this figure
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Lookin’ at all my diamonds, it ain’t hard to tell a winner
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Goin’ down… goin’ down…
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That potato on the barrel, no sound
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You see them foreigns?
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You see we touring?
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Me and Meek Mill the realest niggas born
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Pray!
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[Hook: Ace Hood & Meek Mill]
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Goin Down
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| Ace Hood |
