Don Toliver - Ace lyrics
Don Toliver [Caleb Zackery] Houston, Texas, U.S
[Don Toliver - Ace lyrics]
Playa playa playa playa dee B got that heat
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin’ on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin' on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain’t lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let’s go)
Pulled up, hopped out
Tell me where you going (Uh, huh)
Bust out bleedin' in a old school foreign
(Skrt) she a ‘lil freak when it's
Early in the morning
In the morning, in thе morning
She a freak in the morning (Lеt's go)
I met her on the road
And I wasn’t even touring (Skrt)
Damn I look good in an old school DeLorean
(Pull up) pulled out the Porsche and I
Know it look gorgeous (Pull up)
I gotta nigga mad like damn
I can't afford this (Haha)
I got niggas that'll for ride me (Brrt)
Pull out the truck, it's the old school Jeep
(Pull up)
I ain't hear you talk but you talk to cheap
I got two hoes and they talk Chinese
I came in with my bag in
Told a bitch get her bag up (yeah)
I fucked a bitch from the back so damn hard
She started actin' up (yeah)
I ran straight in the crowd
Told ‘lil bitch go ahead and back it up
(yeah)
Ran back on the stage, turn that shit out
Now line it up (Let's go)
No, no, no, no
No worries, no worries (Uh, huh)
How you live your life with no nuts no glory
(Uh, huh) looking at my life you would
Think I'm telling stories (Let's go)
That's why I'm here by myself, she adores
What's the purpose, what's the purpose
Why you always want me and
You never wanna work it
One things for certain, I am not hurtin'
She want that bag but I got her a Birkin
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin' on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin' on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin’ on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin' on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain’t lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let’s go)
Pulled up, hopped out
Tell me where you going (Uh, huh)
Bust out bleedin' in a old school foreign
(Skrt) she a ‘lil freak when it's
Early in the morning
In the morning, in thе morning
She a freak in the morning (Lеt's go)
I met her on the road
And I wasn’t even touring (Skrt)
Damn I look good in an old school DeLorean
(Pull up) pulled out the Porsche and I
Know it look gorgeous (Pull up)
I gotta nigga mad like damn
I can't afford this (Haha)
I got niggas that'll for ride me (Brrt)
Pull out the truck, it's the old school Jeep
(Pull up)
I ain't hear you talk but you talk to cheap
I got two hoes and they talk Chinese
I came in with my bag in
Told a bitch get her bag up (yeah)
I fucked a bitch from the back so damn hard
She started actin' up (yeah)
I ran straight in the crowd
Told ‘lil bitch go ahead and back it up
(yeah)
Ran back on the stage, turn that shit out
Now line it up (Let's go)
No, no, no, no
No worries, no worries (Uh, huh)
How you live your life with no nuts no glory
(Uh, huh) looking at my life you would
Think I'm telling stories (Let's go)
That's why I'm here by myself, she adores
What's the purpose, what's the purpose
Why you always want me and
You never wanna work it
One things for certain, I am not hurtin'
She want that bag but I got her a Birkin
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin' on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin' on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her riding on my dick (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this shit
I just tell her how it is (let's go)