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lirik lagu durhinnit & ace da kid (al) - ong.wav

[intro: ace da kid]
d~mn, d~mn, on god
oh, oh, oh

[chorus: ace da kid]
all through the night, i take that risk, i put my life on the line, on god
twin be trippin’, he can’t even see me, he be on the drugs, he’ll be up ’til the morn’
i can’t complain ’cause of the life that i’m livin’, this sh~t, i be gifted, i ain’t even far
turn up the party, i turn up a notch
rubber band man, get the cash, it’s a lot
[?]
i swear i ain’t bored, she gon’ do me all night like a motherf~ckin’ chore
and i’m flexin’ my coupe, i ain’t goin’ for the nos, it’s trippin’, i’m on, hit the gas, on the floor
told my ex~b~tch, “f~ck you,” we ain’t even lyin’ to you no more, you outside, i’m in the booth
and they swear that they love you but they never do, so i spend all my money on top of this coupe

[verse 1: ace da kid]
one, two, three, four
hit the hoe and i go like a free throw
she go down on her knees for a deep~throat
i be lucky, but i never see those
i’m the middleman, i be the winnin’ man
i [?] clear on the spot like a wizards fan
i collect all the racks, all the dividends
never put [?], i’ma get it in, uh
it’s another lie
get on other time
hit the bank, people thinkin’ i did a crime
sga, mvp like i’m never tryin’
rack getter the name, i identify
i hate atl people, think they all slime
i get paper, i don’t even gotta try
racks be gettin’ too large, schemin’ on sh~t like my pops was the megamind
[verse 2: durhinnit]
thirty rounds up, i clip that b~tch with a glock in my hand
poppin’ my sh~t, i’m the man
freak b~tch, i put it on cam’
airplane, i’m sleep, take a xan’
nonchalant but i love all my fans
we got drums and they beat like a band
i got b~tch suckin’ d~ck ‘fore i land
i got b~tch on the side ’cause i can
put a 1 on my chest like i’m cam
run up on me, that drac’ gon’ blam
twenty~nine, boy, i hit, lil bam
run on that b~tch like i’m julio
b~tch give me head in the movie, though
all of my sticks clap back
hi~tech, smokin’ on kush in the studio
i don’t give a f~ck ’bout a b~tch
two~tone, got high and rich
on the gang, can’t rap like this
2018, pop my sh~t
$2500 balmain fit
i put prada, designer my b~tch
pop out the cut with that yeah~yeah
these b~tches too trim, can’t save ’em
got a [?] in the cut, i flame ’em
[?] pay for the charge, can’t blame ’em
b~tch want the bag, can’t find me
too rich, i ain’t tryna get famous
thirty rounds on the stick, i aim it
i been stuck in the rain on that pain sh~t
vincent van gogh, i paint sh~t
cross ties, i ain’t with all the bae sh~t
d~mn, b~tch [?]
smokin’ on kush, painless
glock .19, i stain sh~t
i go trim on that whip ‘fore i lane~switch
glock .26 on my main b~tch
i be countin’ up chicken, on canes sh~t
two~man, ride with my k, b~tch
f~ck all of these b~tches who hatin’
d~mn, racks, got too many
your b~tch at the spot, gettin’ too friendly
automatic stick do hit damage
at the spot with your b~tch, f~ckin’ trap candy
i don’t trust sh~t, keep the fye handy
automatic tools like handy manny
porsche 911 on panoramic
two glocks on the side, [?] panic
[chorus: ace da kid]
all through the night, i take that risk, i put my life on the line, on god
twin be trippin’, he can’t even see me, he be on the drugs, he’ll be up ’til the morn’
i can’t complain ’cause of the life that i’m livin’, this sh~t, i be gifted, i ain’t even far
turn up the party, i turn up a notch
rubber band man, get the cash, it’s a lot
[?]
i swear i ain’t bored, she gon’ do me all night like a motherf~ckin’ chore
and i’m flexin’ my coupe, i ain’t goin’ for the nos, it’s trippin’, i’m on, hit the gas, on the floor
told my ex~b~tch, “f~ck you,” we ain’t even lyin’ to you no more, you outside, i’m in the booth
and they swear that they love you but they never do, so i spend all my money on top of this coupe

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