Your Stepdad, Ace_Santana02 - OUTTA STATE lyrics
[Your Stepdad, Ace_Santana02 - OUTTA STATE lyrics]
Ayy, mm (Blick, fah, fah)
Bitch wanna go to Nobu
She know I'm too broke for Nobu
Soon as she throw that ass in my face
I got bread for both of us
Somehow, cash made 'em notice us
Ever since rap, I ain't take no bus
Look, really
It's fuck this rap shit soon as I'm up
'cause I know it's gon' be okay
I like talking 'bout love 'cause it bring
In bread, I don't talk about streets, okay?
Really, it's do your thing
Don't ride no wave
It's better to lead your way
I don't like hearing your songs
It sound like mine
That bitch too broke, no, I can't stroke
My dick, she choke on
Told her, "Get the fuck on"
I'm better off lonely
All these bitches want mе, I got bucks on
All these bitches tryna fuck 'causе
I got bucks on me he swear that he love me
But that's not my homie, uh
They swear that they know me, they
Just know the old me, uh
That bitch tryna hold me, but
She can't control me, uh
(Ayy)
She went outta state, I fuck first date
She suck on my nuts, they look like dates
They call my phone, these hoes like jakes
That boy don't bang, he throw fake rakes
That bitch too slow, she don't know her pace
Nine times outta ten
She don't know her place
She say she lit, I don't know her face
These hoes too broke
They don't need no Chase
While we in the house, don't call me Ace
You see me outside, don't call me at all
We taught him the game
But he still can't ball
Got a lil' famous, she still won't
Got a lil' famous, she still won't leave me
Got a Snapchat full of dudes tryna be me
He tryna be gang, but can't get involved
We catch him and
(Pow) , it's not getting solved
Walk in the bank like I walk in the mall
Walk in the bank like I walk in the mall
I walk in that thang with
The Glock in my drawers
She putting her face on my cock and my balls
(Frrah, frrah)
Nasty bitch, ew
Bitch wanna go to Nobu
She know I'm too broke for Nobu
Soon as she throw that ass in my face
I got bread for both of us
Somehow, cash made 'em notice us
Ever since rap, I ain't take no bus
Look, really
It's fuck this rap shit soon as I'm up
'cause I know it's gon' be okay
I like talking 'bout love 'cause it bring
In bread, I don't talk about streets, okay?
Really, it's do your thing
Don't ride no wave
It's better to lead your way
I don't like hearing your songs
It sound like mine
That bitch too broke, no, I can't stroke
My dick, she choke on
Told her, "Get the fuck on"
I'm better off lonely
All these bitches want mе, I got bucks on
All these bitches tryna fuck 'causе
I got bucks on me he swear that he love me
But that's not my homie, uh
They swear that they know me, they
Just know the old me, uh
That bitch tryna hold me, but
She can't control me, uh
(Ayy)
She went outta state, I fuck first date
She suck on my nuts, they look like dates
They call my phone, these hoes like jakes
That boy don't bang, he throw fake rakes
That bitch too slow, she don't know her pace
Nine times outta ten
She don't know her place
She say she lit, I don't know her face
These hoes too broke
They don't need no Chase
While we in the house, don't call me Ace
You see me outside, don't call me at all
We taught him the game
But he still can't ball
Got a lil' famous, she still won't
Got a lil' famous, she still won't leave me
Got a Snapchat full of dudes tryna be me
He tryna be gang, but can't get involved
We catch him and
(Pow) , it's not getting solved
Walk in the bank like I walk in the mall
Walk in the bank like I walk in the mall
I walk in that thang with
The Glock in my drawers
She putting her face on my cock and my balls
(Frrah, frrah)
Nasty bitch, ew