Ace City

Yea
Counting how many hoes I'll get in a plane
Yea
Counting how many drugs that I've been taken
Yea
Haunted crib with a ghost
Is you staying
Smoking a blunt on a park
And I'm staying with the witches
Locked up on her heart
And it's worse than a Shawshank
And I'm going overseas yeah
I know some bitches in a Burbank
You know like every day is holiday
It's present
It's gift
Yeah feel my thang
Body dance
On my bed
Yeah just like that

Spend my fucking life I'm playing with fire
Californicating
You be capping playing with snakes
I cannot pick one in the barricade
Fuck this goth bitch with misery
I'm taking an escalator
Got Issey pleats with hella cases
It's something Chinese fabricate
I see you compliment an average bitch
I cannot smoke a strain
Couples of blunts
Popping a cuff
I cannot live the similar lane
Might take a flush
Porn on my phone
I cannot believe how many
Knock off a rack
I fuck on a cunt
I bag up the bills like red man
Expensive films
naked bitches
Standing in back of back of the stage
Fall in love
College party
I'm in LA smoking Parliaments
Pardon my hoes feeling mystique
I hit a twin like Swisher Sweets
Racks so tall in front of my feet
Never enough
Pop blood in my stream

Yea
Counting how many hoes I'll get in a plane
Yea
Counting how many drugs that I've been taken
Yea
Haunted crib with a ghost
Is you staying
Smoking a blunt on a park
And I'm staying with the witches

Yeah, yeah
Close the door
Bout to conquer the opps
Throwing all these bands in the air
She twerking on my cock
Trap house in a Beverly Hills
She speeding through the block
I don't know what could be the real thing
If your bitch is fucking stylish
You sound like a flute
Yeah blow mine
Designer clothes
Oh my
Why the fuck are you being so polite
Comparison
It don't make no sense
My bitch ain't talking to nobody
I don't get that
Ay my TRG
Go blah blah
Ay yo Cardo
Brr
It's your boy
Alright
Tell that junky
She bites
Fantasizing my type
Mrs. where my medicine at
And she gave me the charm
Imma take that uh

Spiritual needs
Taking nitro
Shopping spree
Spend cash on confit
I was born to get rich
Conquistador
Fast money emails
Fuck how you feel
I came for the bitches
I stayed for the
I can see you fond of my skin
Reptilian
Look up my style
Can't pick a flaw
Pick up my fronto and see the stars
How many Celine a bitch pick up
Back the fuck up
That you wanna be us
No lemon squeeze
This LSD uh
I can tell she suck dicks to get money up

Yea
Counting how many hoes I'll get in a plane
Yea
Counting how many drugs that I've been taken
Yea
Haunted crib with a ghost
Is you staying
Smoking a blunt on a park
And I'm staying with the witches
Locked up on her heart
And it's worse than a Shawshank
And I'm going overseas yeah
I know some bitches in a Burbank
You know like every day is holiday
It's present
It's gift
Yeah feel my thang
Body dance
On my bed
Yeah just like that



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Writer(s): Jae Eon Han
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