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ACE HOOD FEAT. A. PERFECCT lyrics : "On My Momma"

INTRO:
That's on my momma
AnothaATrak

Too many ^!$$%s ready to write about this %#@!, bruh

VERSE 1 (Ace Hood):

I swear to God, I'll never been a $#&@ ^!$$%
$#&@ ^!$$%s, not too quick to $#&@s with 'em
Chopper strechin muscles like a body builder (rrra)

Hood say, he ratting like a Stuart Little (snitch)
Find his lil homies, in the sewer with 'em
Fool, you think you tough? - I got a crew of killers

They're not satisfied till their momma miss 'em
The-the-they're not satisfied till their momma miss 'em (oh, Lord!)
These ^!$$%s talk tough, go 'n get it

Glock will knock off your snapback fitted
Hell yeah, my ^!$$%s turnt up with it
Hopin out that four-door tinted

Fly ^!$$% like sky miles
Gold chain, and my locks down
On my momma them killers with me

They just lovin that gun sound (bra)
Fu-$#&@ wrong with me - %#@! crazy (crazy)
No matter what is $#&@, you ^!$$%s pay me (yeeh)

My Roley cost a brick, I swear to God, fool
Go-got so many cars like a drive through


CHORUS (Ace Hood):
(Woop)
Every day I gotta hustle, (*##$, that's On My Momma

(Woop)
I got to keep it G nothin less than a 100
(Woop)

My Rolex super flooded, put that on my dawg (yeah)
If she with me, she will $#&@ and suck it off (yeah, yeah)
That's On My Momma (Woop)

That's On My Momma (Woop)
I'm stuntin, I'm ballin, (*##$, that's On My Momma (Woop)
This pistol, I keep it, that's On My Momma (yeah)

My ^!$$%s, we bout it, that's On My Momma

VERSE 2 (A. Perfecct):

Dark brown Panamera, yeah the whip's the %#@!
That house is concrete, but I'm sayin that it's full of bricks (#Ay)
And I will make it real far cause I'm on some real %#@! like I stepped in it

And no $#&@in with my swag, but you suckas still around, so you can suck on it
Wrote a verse that's not worse than the Ace's one
I-in-in the same hood still rockin 'Force Ones

Hear that sound, homie, better run
24 hour "Hustle Hard". Slippin? - Not Once
Ou-ou yeah, you fly (fly)

But the "F" is missin (lie)
I'm eatin good (good)
Got your baby mama in my kitchen (yeah)

I stay with big dawgs, you hang around Chihuahuas
And the money keep comin, yeah, I put that On My Momma, boay


CHORUS

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