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Aisle 4 (feat. Ace) Video (MV)




Performed By: SS Bleu
Length: 2:14
Written by: Arthur Anderson, Elijah Blue




SS Bleu - Aisle 4 (feat. Ace) Lyrics




Finna count all these riches finna f*ck all them hoes
Spitting fire burning bridges put it out cuz my wrist on froze
Y'all smokin on that mid I'm smokin on that dro
Call her to my spot she leakin like a water hose

Walk in get my check flex then I go
Got the Rocks in my ear and they gold
Got the Sticks in the trunk and we tote
Got the kush in the air and we smoke
Got the paper just came from the store
Some of y'all be flexin but really be broke
Yo girl said she love how I stroke
Broke her heart and ribs in one go
Took her to the outlets took yo bitch shoppin
Pull the fan out and the chopper get choppin
Bodies falling like the rain that be droppin
Clean up on aisle 4 better get moppin
She gave me top and you know it was sloppy
Came along way now bitches jock me
F*ck bein humble my kind is cocky
Gettin to the money til the laws come stop me
Hear a knock at the door nigga
See twelve on the porch nigga
Was set up by a gold digger but won't never be no broke nigga
Yoppa hot get toast nigga
Purple in my ice cup
Ima put my ice up

Finna count all these riches finna f*ck all them hoes
Spitting fire burning bridges put it out cuz my wrist on froze
Y'all smokin on that mid I'm smokin on that dro
Call her to my spot she leakin like a water hose

Countin riches with my brooo
Something y'all don't really know
Brung ya girl to the crib
And showed her how to work the stooove see these diamonds on me neck
You can't miss cause em cause they glow
And this Rollie on my wrist cost yo house plus so more
Needa clean up Aisle 4
Left his body on the floor
Tried to test em he ain't know
Pull the trigger let it blow
Put his face up on a shirt they Shooting for me Larry bird
All i do is say the word that'll be the last you heard
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Finna count all these riches finna f*ck all them hoes
Spitting fire burning bridges put it out cuz my wrist on froze
Y'all smokin on that mid I'm smokin on that dro
Call her to my spot she leakin like a water hose

Walk in get my check flex then I go
Got the Rocks in my ear and they gold
Got the Sticks in the trunk and we tote
Got the kush in the air and we smoke
Got the paper just came from the store
Some of y'all be flexin but really be broke
Yo girl said she love how I stroke
Broke her heart and ribs in one go
Took her to the outlets took yo bitch shoppin
Pull the fan out and the chopper get choppin
Bodies falling like the rain that be droppin
Clean up on aisle 4 better get moppin
She gave me top and you know it was sloppy
Came along way now bitches jock me
F*ck bein humble my kind is cocky
Gettin to the money til the laws come stop me
Hear a knock at the door nigga
See twelve on the porch nigga
Was set up by a gold digger but won't never be no broke nigga
Yoppa hot get toast nigga
Purple in my ice cup
Ima put my ice up

Finna count all these riches finna f*ck all them hoes
Spitting fire burning bridges put it out cuz my wrist on froze
Y'all smokin on that mid I'm smokin on that dro
Call her to my spot she leakin like a water hose

Countin riches with my brooo
Something y'all don't really know
Brung ya girl to the crib
And showed her how to work the stooove see these diamonds on me neck
You can't miss cause em cause they glow
And this Rollie on my wrist cost yo house plus so more
Needa clean up Aisle 4
Left his body on the floor
Tried to test em he ain't know
Pull the trigger let it blow
Put his face up on a shirt they Shooting for me Larry bird
All i do is say the word that'll be the last you heard
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Writer: Arthur Anderson, Elijah Blue
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