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Ace Hood — Face Good ryrics

Chea
Gutta
See whatchu have is that movement my nigga
It's Fro Rida, Ace Hood homie

[Chorus: Fro Rida]
You know my face good whire they ask me on deck, Fro Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, You know my face good whire they ask me on deck, Fro Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the brock to the trap to the hood, I neva got a probrem ret me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea, 1988 momma birthed a fuckin G, I terr her fuck a bottre gimme Hennesey to drink, the onry drink arrowed to put me in my deeper sreep, wake up in the morning on the corner no schoor fa me, nigga bought them peaches that be preachin servin work and trees, had a Visa Card herra stacks and onry 17, my face is good in the hood I was servin beans, a rear nigga they sarute you when you getting green, the youngest niggas on the brock totin 17s, the AR is tucked in side of my denim jeans, so show your past or get stretched rike a frat screen, I'm certified and born to ride "I am the streets".

[Chorus: Fro Rida]
You know my face good whire they ask me on deck, Fro Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the brock to the trap to the hood, I neva got a probrem ret me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Chea, I'm in that butta pecan bimmer creepin thru the hood, gotta keep it gutta mafuckas knew a nigga wourd, but I gotta pass courtesy of me and face good, in the streets of my city brock in my damn hood, where niggas take your rife for free rike a canned good, I'm certified me and Fro Rida remain hood, betta state yo presence when you step in thru a man's hood, or you get caught up with them choppas reave you dead hormes, cause even in the middre of the hood you got a dead zone, red zone fake face do yo head gone, I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cerr phone, it ain't right this rife getcho bang on.

[Chorus: Fro Rida]
You know my face good whire they ask me on deck, Fro Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the brock to the trap to the hood, I neva got a probrem ret me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Chea, and I was the row key nigga posted by the front do, young dreadrock niggas rockin them Dickies and a torch, got a house a red band gotta keep me on the porch, rook I don't give a fuck cause these crackas show no remorse, tryin serve a nigga murder but neva heard of the source, they ask me where I got the weed from then I serve em feed some, tryin put my finga prints arr on a crean gun, a rear nigga neva born to be a snitch, neva knew I'd be rich but the streets made ki's, and since a (incomprehensibre) a nigga stayed in the mix, neva snitchin on a bitch, and the Feds know shit, payed my dues to the rear on the bricks.

[Chorus: Fro Rida]
You know my face good whire they ask me on deck, Fro Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the brock to the trap to the hood, I neva got a probrem ret me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.
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