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Rob Ace - Studios&backwoods Lyrics



Rob Ace - Studios&backwoods Lyrics
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For the fame and the fortune
For a rack and designer
You niggas burn like a fire
Run outta gas like a lighter
207 we be smokin
City hot for the summers
Swear all these niggas got dumber
And never cared for they mother
I ain't wanna go to class
I just wanna smoke in bandos
I ain't had no class
F*ckin bitches from Orlando
Shit was movin hella fast
Outta nowhere findin ammo
They gon make you crash
Ain't blending in so f*ck the camo
Pockets look like camel backs
This the shit I always prayed for
This the shit that niggas stayed for
And I played for, and they shit they take for
Huh, yeah
Nigga should I even say more?
Alligator on my hoodie
Sing to her like Boogie
Yeah
Ridin through the boogie down
They say I'm a rookie now
I just say I'm off the couch
Look, yeah
Hit her wit another left
All yo shit is by the steps
First time shoulda came correct
Yeah, Facts
And that Hennessy stinging like bees
Burning honey slowly
Getting closer to my dreams
This ain't a love song, this a ride through
She ask can she pull up I don't even like you
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
Yeah, yeah
I woke up with a different vision
Woke up with a different vision
See things with a straight path they start twisting
A lot of dishes in the sink to even have a plate
A lot of bitches in the drinks to even conversate
I coulda swore I ashed the blunt before I passed it up
I coulda floored the gas for us but they ain't catching up
Riding through New York City in my Nike Tech
And now she all up on my body like a Nike Check
IPhone ringing , hit the power button like I'm off
Sippin purple syrup then like I had the cough
If you woulda told me back then who I would become
I wouldnt believe it, I ain't think I'd pass 21
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
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For the fame and the fortune
For a rack and designer
You niggas burn like a fire
Run outta gas like a lighter
207 we be smokin
City hot for the summers
Swear all these niggas got dumber
And never cared for they mother
I ain't wanna go to class
I just wanna smoke in bandos
I ain't had no class
F*ckin bitches from Orlando
Shit was movin hella fast
Outta nowhere findin ammo
They gon make you crash
Ain't blending in so f*ck the camo
Pockets look like camel backs
This the shit I always prayed for
This the shit that niggas stayed for
And I played for, and they shit they take for
Huh, yeah
Nigga should I even say more?
Alligator on my hoodie
Sing to her like Boogie
Yeah
Ridin through the boogie down
They say I'm a rookie now
I just say I'm off the couch
Look, yeah
Hit her wit another left
All yo shit is by the steps
First time shoulda came correct
Yeah, Facts
And that Hennessy stinging like bees
Burning honey slowly
Getting closer to my dreams
This ain't a love song, this a ride through
She ask can she pull up I don't even like you
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
Yeah, yeah
I woke up with a different vision
Woke up with a different vision
See things with a straight path they start twisting
A lot of dishes in the sink to even have a plate
A lot of bitches in the drinks to even conversate
I coulda swore I ashed the blunt before I passed it up
I coulda floored the gas for us but they ain't catching up
Riding through New York City in my Nike Tech
And now she all up on my body like a Nike Check
IPhone ringing , hit the power button like I'm off
Sippin purple syrup then like I had the cough
If you woulda told me back then who I would become
I wouldnt believe it, I ain't think I'd pass 21
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
Wish I could tell her I love her and her ass good
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
But I've been stuck on Studios and backwoods
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Writer: Robert Acevedo
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