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hoes be crazy - rob ace lyrics

verse 1:
yeah, haaa
gangsta cyph with my guys
need a light i’m fried
can’t move while she move it
n-ggas pull up all stupid
i don’t really wanna use it
i just wanna chill
pop a pill
grab on something real
tell her something real
what’s the deal?
if i die now will they love my -ss?
if i get rich is my time gon last?
if i pull up can you call the cab?
yeah
i’m on my -ss and i blame the gas
she say you sippin’ that way too fast
i’m on a percocet grabbing -ss
yeah
she got that thing that a n-gga love
it’s been a minute ain’t been in love
just let me know if you with the drugs
rolling a dutch, 2.5
if i hit i ain’t trynna drive
can i vibe, ain’t trynna lie
yeah
only get neck if my mans hit you
only get checks if it’s not with you
you will get checked, i don’t have an issue
shorty been playin’, she need to go
her n-gga mad, he need to go
sipping on drank, i’ll take it slow
b-tch you annoying, get off my phone
woke up like n-gga i need to smoke
d-mn, won’t be sober for another week
getting colder every other week
white girls in my white jeep
got n-ggas thinking i got keys
blue jolly & purp drinks got n-ggas acting like spike lee
make a movie or be the movie, go stay inside or hit the streets

hook:
love you and hate you, we all f-ck up…
drinks that we pour got us all f-cked up…
you wavey but f-ck it i guess you hate me
lately been lonely these hoes been crazy
love you and hate you, we all f-ck up…
drinks that we pour got us all f-cked up…
you wavey but f-ck it i guess you hate me
lately been lonely these hoes been crazy

verse 2:
n-gga you don’t even got cheese
still hit that bodega for honey buns and chop cheese
i don’t even got to go cop ’cause everybody ’round got weed
i ain’t even gon’ p-ss this ’cause lil mami always drop weed
i ain’t even had to gang bang to get love like dipset
she ain’t even get gang banged, she still love my whole set
i remember i sweat hoes now i got to make hoes sweat
new york, where they buy tecs, and indict your projects
new york, where they sell bricks in brick buildings through staircases
cops mob in they big whip, trynna give n-ggas unfair cases
who am i, your dealer?
can’t take a hit, you ain’t throw me 5
same n-ggas want light ups the same n-ggas that owe me 5
(same n-ggas that owe me 5)

- rob ace lyrics

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