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Yungeen Ace
Yungeen Ace
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyanta Bullard
Keyanta Bullard
Songwriter
Jan Keller
Jan Keller
Songwriter
Derrico Peck
Derrico Peck
Songwriter
Ashley Peck
Ashley Peck
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wings
Wings
Producer
Priority Beats
Priority Beats
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Yeah Huh, huh (uh-uh-uh) Hey (hey) Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah (huh), yeah, yeah, yeah Quarter million dollar (hey) mm-mm Quarter million dollars in m- bag (a'ight) mm-mm Quarter million dollars out the sleep bag (a'ight) mm-mm Quarter million dollars in the duffle bag (turn up) huh-uh Quarter million dollars in the duffle bag, hm-mm, uh Wood try to talk, but this car too fast (skrrt-skrrt) hm-mm Two-sixty on the dash, my foot on the gas (Skrrt) hm-mm, uh Red and blue lights, need 12 on my ass (12) Hell nah, I ain't stoppin' I got bodies (bodies) come here let me talk some knowledge (com here) Baby girl pussy got mileage (got mileage) creep low when I'm moving in silence (pew-pew) All of my niggas be dangerous (be dangerous) all of my niggas got brains to bust (got brains to bust) All of my niggas some, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh All of my niggas move silent (silent) ATK menace to society (society) Can't say Ace stop the violence (stop the violence) police say Ace too violent (facts) Got niggas on the block selling molly (selling molly) I drip too hard no stylist (no stylist) Jay be on 23 island (Jay) Got two bad bitches, I'm gang banging Bitch I want the top, they giving me brain Pop two jiggaboos now I'm wide awake And it just kicked in, I'm moving insane Off with his top, I want his brain Back on the block, that's part of the game Murder on my mind, they gon' feel this pain I'ma catch him at the club, no Charlemagne Brand new Blicky, you know it's a murder when I'm up in them Dickies Told 'em come and get me (come here) you know I ain't hiding, bitch you know that I'm wit' it Ask them who run the city (who run it?) They gon' say Ace 'cause they know I'm the slickest I got Duvon behind me (Von) can't let 'em down, they know I'ma go get it (yeah) Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag) hm-mm Wood try to talk, but this car too fast (skrrt-skrrt, too fast) hm-mm Two-sixty on the dash, my foot on the gas (skrrt) hm-mm Red and blue lights, need 12 on my ass (12) Hell nah, I ain't stoppin' I got Whitney (Bobby), Sydney (Sydney) Screamin' out, "Who I smoke?" (Who I smoke?) I don't play (uh-uh) extended (clip) back and forth, I won't go Every car I got know that shit done cost me Got opps on faded pages find a way to follow me Gang be sluttin' they sisters (sisters) bag on his head they book him (boom!) I give 'em the eye and they shoot' 'em (boom!) Quarterback on 'em feel like Newton (Newton) Prescription got me drugged up (woah) my heart must have no love (woah) Keep talkin that shit, I blast 'em, momma said don't let a fuck nigga test ya Lean over, codeine in my system I see three niggas, but I'm aiming in the middle I got purple, uh, Amiri, uh (wait) Hol' up wait my drip too serious (gaggin') Certified millionaire clearly (yeah) I don't want a fuck nigga near me She wanna argue, I don't wanna hear it (uh-uh) Brand new AP, hope time heal me Convicted felon, but it's concealed Know some niggas in the court, some still in the fields (damn) Quarter million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag), hm-mm, uh Would try to talk, but his car too fast (skrrt-skrrt), hm-mm (hm-mm) Two-sixty on the dash, my foot on the gas (skrrt), hm-mm, uh Red and blue lights, need 12 on my ass (that's 12) Hell nah, I ain't stoppin' I got quarter million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag) hm-mm, yeah Quarter million dollars in the duffle bag (in the duffle bag) hm-mm, yeah Quarter million dollars in the duffle bag (quarter-million dollars) hm-mm, yeah I got quarter million dollars in the duffle bag, hmm
Writer(s): Jan Keller, Derrico Andre Peck, Kenyanta Bullard, Ashley Marie Gainley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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