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Playa playa playa playa
Dee B got that heat

I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah, I'm ballin’ on ya b*t*h
She always cryin' ‘bout some sh*t, I got her riding on my d**k (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain't lyin' bout this sh*t, I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah, I'm ballin' on ya b*t*h
She always cryin' ‘bout some sh*t, I got her riding on my d**k (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist’
And I ain’t lyin' bout this sh*t, I just tell her how it is (let’s go)

Pulled up, hopped out, tell me where you going (Uh huh)
Bust out bleedin' in a old school foreign (Skrt)
She a ‘lil freak when it's early in the morning
In the morning, in thе morning, she a freak in the morning (Lеt's go)
I met her on the road and I wasn’t even touring (Skrt)
Damn I look good in an old school DeLorean (Pull up)
Pulled out the Porsche and I know it look gorgeous (Pull up)
I gotta n***a mad like damn I can't afford this (Haha)
I got n***as that'll for ride me (Brrt)
Pull out the truck, it's the old school Jeep (Pull up)
I ain't hear you talk but you talk to cheap
I got two hoes and they talk Chinese
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah, I'm ballin' on ya b*t*h
She always cryin' ‘bout some sh*t, I got her riding on my d**k (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this sh*t, I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah, I'm ballin' on ya b*t*h
She always cryin' ‘bout some sh*t, I got her riding on my d**k (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this sh*t, I just tell her how it is (let's go)

I came in with my bag in, told a b*t*h get her bag up (Yeah)
I f**ked a b*t*h from the back so damn hard, she started actin' up (Yeah)
I ran straight in the crowd, told ‘lil b*t*h go ahead and back it up (Yeah)
Ran back on the stage, turn that sh*t out, now line it up (Let's go)
No, no, no, no
No worries, no worries (Uh huh)
How you live your life with no nuts no glory (Uh huh)
Looking at my life you would think I'm telling stories (Let's go)
That's why I'm here by myself, she adores
What's the purpose, what's the purpose
Why you always want me and you never wanna work it
One things for certain, I am not hurtin'
She want that bag but I got her a Birkin

I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah, I'm ballin' on ya b*t*h
She always cryin' ‘bout some sh*t, I got her riding on my d**k (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this sh*t, I just tell her how it is (let's go)
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah, I'm ballin' on ya b*t*h
She always cryin' ‘bout some sh*t, I got her riding on my d**k (yeah)
I got me an ace, baby we don't do no Crist'
And I ain't lyin' bout this sh*t, I just tell her how it is (let's go)

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