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acestartedyellingbecausehewasbussin - ace_santana02 & your stepdad lyrics

[intro: ace_santana02]
i could really use a hug (d*mn ‘lo, that sh*t’s hard)
uh, uh, ayy

[verse 1: ace_santana02]
i could really use a hug, but i just want some head
remember serving all them drugs and taking all the meds
told that b*tch don’t text me tryna link unless she in the bed
told that n*gga i don’t wanna drink unless he pour a red
unless he pour a purp’
i got b*tches sending freaky pics without a shirt
i got n*ggas that been fiending, put some in the dirt
think i’m crazy, ptsd got me on alert
think i’m crazy? run up on me, end up on a shirt
f*ck n*gga, don’t get hurt
f*ck n*gga, don’t get— (uh)
actually, f*ck that b sh*t, i’m just focused on my digits
smoke too many ‘woods, i scoop my b*tch so she can whip it
think i’m on some skater sh*t, i get the pack and flip it
these n*ggas on some hater sh*t, but really, y’all don’t get it
f*ck n*gga, get a bag
like, n*gga steady watching me, broke boy, go get some cash
i asked my homie is he ready, we gon’ do the dash
[verse 2: your stepdad]
ayy, look
goofy b*tch, google my name, no need to ask about me
she knew how to throw that ass in the air, that’s why her ass was cloudy
that’s why her ass was cloudy, always got weed bags around me
i beat ass like ronda rousey
just ’cause i’m fried twenty*four sev’, i don’t got pens around me

[verse 3: ace_santana02]
just ’cause i’m high twenty*four sev’, that don’t mean come around me
me and jefe pour a nine and now we sleeping soundly
i started yelling in the booth because i’m bussing, i can’t feel my f*cking face
ain’t have no discussion, she just tryna f*ck on ace

[verse 4: your stepdad and ace_santana02]
ayy, beefing with the russians, i don’t want beef with ukraine
ayy, white b*tch said she russian and she tryna give me brain
ayy, white b*tch f*ck with n*ggas ’cause she dreamed of having slaves
uh, i don’t f*ck with n*ggas, only cooling with the gang, uh
but, i might just do a feature with ’em
you ain’t never been up in the field, you in the bleachers with ’em
you ain’t never been up in the field, these n*ggas faking
heard they had you in that room squealing like some bacon
higher than a f*cking moon, flying in a sp*ceship
i don’t want your little boo because that b*tch, she basic (ayy)
i like lying to pretty hoes to make up for my looks
i can’t do the college sh*t ’cause who gon’ pay for my books? (b*tch)
scammed a goofy n*gga for a feature, n*gga paid for a hook
shawty said she like a curvy d*ck, so she came for the hook

- ace_santana02 your stepdad lyrics

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