Lyrics Big Ace - A Flexx

Aye woo

Hide and seek
Ain't no way in hell you gon find me this year
I'm in the front not the T bone no side
I wreck from the back if she let me behind
Too kind I been mean can't be average I
Work on my plot lay my heart on the line
Fuckin my luck up like Andrew retire
Say once I hit thirty I'm out aye

Burn it up nigga I been thru them situations kept them feelings inside (Okay)
You don't got no paper you bound to leave early up off of this earth
I ain't lying (No cap)
Big Ace I aint dying for no mu'fuckin money
A champ need a trophy get diamonds encrusted
I can't be no dummy get wrapped like a mummy
I weather that storm till that bitch end up brighter than sunny sea

Head I tails I'm the one that they wanna be
To the blind only one that they gonna see
I'm convinced all you niggas is make believe no
It ain't to hard to tell see me through my jeans
Talkin yo shit never meant nothing
This white bitch lovin my ice it's a puck (Uh huh)
Jumpman jumping 23 stunting
I'll kick you to the curb I'm puntin
(Get out)
Next im your neighbor
Do it for myself can't hold me for favors
No limit be an Indiana pacer
Get wet when she see me must I be her favorite
Go eat it up don't you try to wrap and save it
Theres more where that came from I was patient
Was down on my last I got skills from these basics
Hoes fucking off my feelings came jaded
Living loving my life just a lil mo
John deer with a strap turn to John Doe
Pitch dark in the night Ima still glow
On go on the road just to sell my dope
Heart breaker gon deal what I'm dealt like shuffle
Like you can get action, you satisfaction, you get some time
Hell yeah you relax me, you couple of fractions Benjamin's Jackson's
You see it's different takes notes and keep notice
Positive vibes with them commas in motion
C notes my figures is getting promoted
It's hard to get mad when you turnt at the ocean
Lil Kim nasty
These bitches they wanna come throw it back
It's a drive thru but nah I ain't order that
Little nigga did work with them shoulder pads
Halfback part time thinking bout running back
Fuck it go get a sack
Likely I doubled that
Jit I'm a lumberjack
Smokin in woods like I'm Gump
I run with the pack
Warren Sapp with the sack
Packing one bag catch a trip
Wake up I can't slave no white little bitch
Matter fact
Yeah bitch I'm rich I ain't stuck up
Fuck I look like getting outlined with yellow with caution and chalk
Got a boy I'm protecting

Aye
And that's real shit
Stay in my lane
And I stay out the way don't need conversation

Great but I know that I'm better

Some property gold need mo medals
(Some diamonds)

Some shit that I don't wanna tell ya implying more effort a whole nother level
And bitch you don't listen so I cannot waste my
Breath and my time on you now comprehend I
Wanted the best you can't say it's a damn lie
Out in the west side smoking south George pie
Light me up high off the earth like I'm Bill Nye
Man on the moon where you think that I spend time
I heard you wanna have a good time
A watch and a bag call me papi I surprise

Burn it up nigga I been thru them situations kept them feelings inside
You don't got no paper you bound to leave early up off of this earth I ain't lying
Big Ace I aint dying for no mu'fuckin money
A champ need a trophy get diamonds encrusted
I can't be no dummy get wrapped like a mummy
I weather that storm till that bitch end up bright