LyricsAce Hood - Gutta - In Stores…

Ace Hood

Last update on: July 22, 2017
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This what happen when I think about you I get in my feelings, yeah I start reminiscing, yeah

Next time around, fuck, I want it to be different, yeah Waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer Lord, please save her for me, do this one favor for me I had to change my player ways, got way too complicated for me I hope she's waiting for me Everywhere she go they playin' my song That's why I say the things that I say That way I know you can't ignore me But so, so So give me all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me I can't believe I fell in love with you Got me in my feelings yea Shit didn't even ready start, nigga going crazy for you I prolly raise that pistol bout you Them rumors that you heard are not true I'm tryna fill that void inside you I wanna roll up and get fucked up and put licks out on that pussy I'm so Hood and this dick good, I'll have you all in my bushes That's promise baby Lets switch this conversation, with that performance in the bed you need a nomination Girl you drive me crazy Others they betrayed me You might have my baby I know that's a maybe Pull off in a MayBee That's that new Mercedes I was out of order girl, I needed rearrangin' You deserve a real one I'm solid that's the pavement Killing niggas, grave shit Girl let em' hate it You fuckin' with me Cause I need you love girl Like I need that money How 'bout we fuck on a bed full of hundreds I mean that Tell em' lil niggas to that the beast back Hop upon on that Tiller track Listen up and play it back They gon' have a heart attack Bitches want that chocolate So give me all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me Yeah, is you at 2 Keys or Tin Roof? Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose Maybe I'm lowkey feelin' you, don't be cynical Won't fuck you over, wanna fuck you over and again The truth is I ain't really here to start problems Girl, I swear to God them hoes can't never say they got him Know how bad you wanna tell 'em, "don't try him" I don't wanna tell him, let's surprise him I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him, I've been drivin' Back and forth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage On the whip, got your ass in my grip College make you wanna strip for them dollars Nah girl, I got a job for you, swear to God I can do a lot for you Saw you strollin' through the campus, I had to stop for you I was scrollin' through the 'gram, girl, I had to follow you Say what's up with you? You got my soul

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