Ace Hood, Flo Rida - Face Good lyrics

Chea gutta
See whatchu have is that movement my nigga
It's Flo Rida, Ace Hood homie

You know my face good while
They ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good yeah
You know my face good while
They ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good yeah
From the streets to the block to
The trap to the hood
I neva got a problem let me getcha understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good hey

1988 momma birthed a fuckin G
I tell her fuck a bottle
Gimme Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put
Me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the morning on the
Corner no school fa me
Nigga bought them peaches that be
Preachin servin work and trees
Had a Visa Card hella stacks and only 17
My face is good in the
Hood I was servin beans
A real nigga they salute you
When you getting green
The youngest niggas on the block totin 17s
The AR is tucked in side of my denim jeans
So show your past or get
Stretched like a flat screen
I'm certified and born to ride
"I am the streets"

You know my face good while
They ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good yeah
From the streets to the block to
The trap to the hood
I neva got a problem let me getcha understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good hey

I'm in that butta pecan beamer
Creepin thru the hood
Gotta keep it gutta mafuckas
Knew a nigga would
But, I gotta pass courtesy of
Me and face good in the streets of my city
Block in my damn hood
Where niggas take your life for
Free like a canned good
I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood
Betta state yo presence when you step
In thru a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them
Choppas leave you dead holmes
Cause even in the middle of the
Hood you got a dead zone
Red zone fake face do yo head gone
I'm from the city niggas die
To pay a cell phone
It ain't right this life getcho bang on

You know my face good while
They ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good yeah
From the streets to the block to
The trap to the hood
I neva got a problem let me getcha understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good hey

And I was the low key nigga
Posted by the front do
Young dreadlock niggas rockin them
Dickies and a torch
Got a house a red band gotta
Keep me on the porch
Look I don't give a fuck cause
These crackas show no remorse
Tryin serve a nigga murder but
Neva heard of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
From then I serve em feed some
Tryin put my finga prints all on a clean gun
A real nigga neva born to be a snitch
Neva knew I'd be rich but
The streets made ki's and since a
(incomprehensible) a nigga stayed in the mix
Neva snitchin on a bitch
And the Feds know shit
Payed my dues to the real on the bricks

You know my face good while
They ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good yeah
From the streets to the block to
The trap to the hood
I neva got a problem let me getcha understood
My face good, my face good in the hood
My face good hey