Ace Hood
Ace Hood - Double Cup songtekst
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OK now purple stuff in my styrofoam Sippin' slow while they blowin' strong All I need is my dirty sprite All I need is her super dome Drapped up & I'm dripped out K-dup and my pistol out Bad bitch, she thick as fuck And I'm tryna see what that pussy 'bout Bust it open for a real nigga Bust it open for a trill nigga Touchdown, What up H-Town? Lonley the Pimp this ones for you! Bun B my nigga Thrae The Truth Still in the Coupe when I'm double deuce Still in the Hood on that purple food You better know what I'm sippin' ain't grape juice I be floatin through the city, let my chain swang Hoy you living young nigga? Tryna maintain Get money, Fuck lames All my lil niggas on the same page Spittin' racks when I'm up in nema's Gimme head, she gon' catch the semen Hatin' on me? Nigga so what Know what? (Pour up) Double Cup & I'm winnin' (I said it) (x3) F-Fuck them niggas, I'm in it Double Cup & I'm winnin' (pour up) (x3) F-Fuck them niggas, I'm in it Gangsta nigga, I'm 'bout it I'm Trill as fuck so don't doubt it Tell me what's the happs Cuz you know I'm strapped A nigga never leave home with out it I'm posted up in that Cadi I'm twisting up a big fatty And it's full of Dro and Imma mack your hoe And you know she callin' me daddy I'm a Trill OG and I earned it That G-Code, nigga I learned it So when I saw the dough they had for me bro I just grabbed the knob and I turned it I wanted bread so I chased it And I got so close I could taste it Then I played the deck and got my respect So nigga I'm the King now just face it I'm in the house and I'm chillin' My mind on cash and I'm willin' I'm on a paper chase with no time to waste So I give a fuck how you feelin' I'm sideways on that buck My setas is stitched and they tucked You ain't down with that Then Imma hide your hat And your ass would be outta luck, wassup? Double Cup & I'm winnin' (x3) (yuh) (hold up) F-Fuck them niggas, I'm in it Double Cup & I'm winnin' (already) (x3) F-Fuck them niggas, I'm in it Shit, Well it's that young nigga From the South Side, of the U.S.A I need calimine l-lotion cuz A nigga music bumpin' A nigga came from nothin to sayin nevermind To the pretty girls in the magazines Yo girlfriend look like Maxime My phonebook full of Billy Jean's Condoms made out them limousine's I been a fiend for that codeine Since Martin Luther was like 13 F-fuck then Queenz cuz I'm a King Put 5% on everything I done threw 10 on top of 10 Bumper kit on bumper kit Threw my last bitch on my new bitch Then threw 10 on my fuckin git I done came down, Hold it down for that H-town I'mma take the crown Sippin' Hen don't fuck with crying But I'mma just drop this 4 for 9 And free my cousin that's doing time I'mma pay the lawyer but I hope you down To hold it down for a real nigga Young Kirko a young Trill nigga (Bangz)