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letra de washout (intro) - ace century

[verse 1]
too weird for the cool kids, too cool to be a weird kid
and these cats need to stay shut like a closed eyelid
cause they worse than mike jackson making trap
n-gg-s say they king i’ll k!ll they career in a mishap
don’t ask for no guest features now that you see i’m hot
the lyrics are like sh-lls, all you cats getting shot
every rap cat trying to turn into a thug n-gg-
knowing d-mn well they never held a trigger
only trigga they held was that trey songz cd
so up in your face with it like this was in 3d
stay cooking up dope stuff, h-ll yeah i serve the base
the roof catches on fire because i rock the place
rapping fast don’t make your lyrics any better
any track you claim you k!lled ill make it wetter
don’t confuse me with these rap guys im not one of them
im crazy theyll tell you do not even step to him

[hook]
you cats truly ain’t nothing but just a washout
started off as a beatmaker, but this the knockout
i ain’t trying to be like these cats, they say i’m an underachiever
my names ace and i’m on fire, i got a little of a fever

[verse 2]
h-ll you shoulda knew i was crazy it’s obvious
i took shots at young thug and his whole audience
i’m at your pan like a f-cking sk!llet, that’s stupid
you cats hate me so i’m the opposite of cupid
h-ll, these n-gg-s even hated on the messiah
that’s proof that you’ll be hated when you’re on fire
proof that you doing something right not wrong
but if you hate on me, i’ll just tell you to be gone
shoo fly don’t bother me i can’t waste no time
my girl a perfect 10, h-ll she just like a dime
none of youll see my chick not even my fans
stop, my time, i should make my own hammer pants
i’m setting this on fire like a lighter to some alcohol
if you start ignoring me i’ll tell you you ain’t gotta call
b-mp that i’m way too busy to deal with you anyways
screw these rules of being a rapper, i’m a renegade

[verse 3]
i just want golden dollars and bad b-tches no collars
no dogs though, ask bout me i’m a shotcaller
this n-gg- always criticizing all the shit i make
i ain’t tripping cause he listen to fake -ss drake
you think im repetitive go to a studio then
so start making beats and pull out that pen
how the h-ll can you even say that i’m boring
you musta woke up smoking dope in the morning
all i can say is your deaf and blind right now jack
you the type to listen to n-gg-s scream on the track
i’m tired of cats always saying that ace sucks
next to say that getting dissed i don’t give two f-cks
cats keep letting me down how funny is that
afro getting big now they thought it was a hat
don’t test me cause you ain’t got no views son
and you’re crazy if you thought my life was done

- ace century

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