paroles de chanson Bugatti - Ace Hood , Future feat. Rick Ross
We
the
motherfucking
best
nigga
Ace
Hood
It's
Over,
Future
I
come
looking
for
you
with
Haitians
I
stay
smoking
on
good
Jamaican
I
fuck
bitches
from
different
races
You
get
money
they
started
hating
Turn
up
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
OK,
niggas
be
hating
I'm
rich
as
a
bitch
One
hundred
K
I
spent
that
on
my
wrist
Two
hundred
dollars
spent
that
on
your
bitch
You
and
your
model
put
that
on
my
list
Oh
there
he
go
in
that
Foreign
again
Killing
the
scene
bring
the
coroner
in
Murder
she
wrote,
swallow
a
choke
Hit
her
and
go,
I
won't
call
her
again
Woke
up
early
morning,
crib
as
big
as
a
college
Smoke
me
a
pound
of
the
loudest
Whipping
some
shit
with
no
mileage
Diamonds
cost
me
a
fortune
Them
horses
all
in
them
Porsches
You
pussies
can't
hardly
afford
it
Forty
two
hundred
my
mortgage
Balling
on
niggas
like
Kobe
Fuck
all
you
haters
you
bore
me
Only
the
real
get
a
piece
of
the
plate
Repping
my
city
I'm
running
my
state
Give
me
a
pistol
then
run
with
the
K's
Niggas
want
beef
then
I
visit
your
place
Bang!
I
come
looking
for
you
with
Haitians
I
stay
smoking
on
good
Jamaican
I
fuck
bitches
from
different
races
You
get
money
they
started
hating
TURN
UP
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
Yeah,
and
I'm
at
it
again
There
go
the
flow
bringing
tragedy
in
Copped
me
a
chain
your
salary
spent
Niggas
is
sweet
bring
them
cavities
in
Counting
money,
hourly
trend
Rolling
them
skinny
like
Olsen
twins
Niggas
is
squares,
cabin
and
pens
Neck
full
of
Gold
Olympian
shit
Niggas
is
blowing
their
checks
on
the
gear
Fall
on
some
pussy
then
hop
on
the
leer
Shot
with
them
choppers
back
of
the
rear
Sak
Pase
them
killers
is
here
Woke
up
early
morning,
mind
is
telling
me
money
Paper,
mula,
pockets
is
fat
as
a
tumor
Millionaire
nigga
no
rumor
Living
my
life
off
of
tuna
Wanted
with
me
I
deliver
the
beef
Real
niggas
only
enjoying
the
feast
Pull
up
a
seat,
bon
appetite
No
Louboutins
put
that
red
on
your
sleeves
Bang
I
come
looking
for
you
with
Haitians
I
stay
smoking
on
good
Jamaican
I
fuck
bitches
from
different
races
You
get
money
they
started
hating
TURN
UP
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
Photographs
of
dope
boys
Is
all
the
take
is
finger
prints
on
the
Rolls
Royce
Is
why
they
hating
push
a
button
on
these
broke
boys
It's
detonation,
walk
a
road
to
riches
bare
feet
I
watch
mama
struggle
now
she
living
carefree
That's
why
I
hustle
for
the
half
a
Ki
that's
12
G's
> I'm
tryin'
to
bubble
every
summer
a
new
LP
You
gotta
love
me
I
got
shooters
out
the
D-league
> Signin'
bonus
hit
that
man
that's
from
thirty
feet
Left
in
a
puddle
finger
prints
is
on
a
hundred
mill
And
what
it
is?
Ricky
Rose'
and
Ace
Hood
We
hella
Trill
Yeah
I
come
looking
for
you
with
Haitians
I
stay
smoking
on
good
Jamaican
I
fuck
bitches
from
different
races
You
get
money
they
started
hating
TURN
UP
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
I
woke
up
in
a
new
Bugatti
![Ace Hood feat. Future & Rick Ross - Trials & Tribulations](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/v/n/b/n/gsrZkHnBnV.jpg)
1 Rider
2 Mama
3 My Bible
4 Pray For Me
5 Hope
6 The Come Up
7 Before The Rollie
8 Trials & Tribulations
9 Another Statistic
10 Testimony
11 Trials & Tribulations
12 Before The Rollie
13 We Outchea
14 We Them N****s
15 The Come Up
16 Hope
17 Pray For Me
18 My Bible
19 How I'm Raised
20 Mama
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