Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dec 31st, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Starvation 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Music World Music
Song language: English
Dec 31st |
Take a look into my eyes |
And just tell me what you see |
Tell me do you you see the beast |
They wanna let me off the leash |
Way too many of them niggas sleep |
I spit fire third degree |
Pussy niggas dont wanna believe |
On my momma they gon see |
Got the hottest flow, and im honest though |
Fuck witha nigga be modest for |
My concsious know im kinda dope |
Somebody let them bloggers know |
They dont wanna let this problem in |
Every year is my time again |
Underrated they contemplating |
I’m top 5 in they conversations |
They heard the people been hating on me |
Oh well nigga, whats new? |
Still riding in a maybach |
And they face mad when I came through |
These niggas hate that I made it |
Gotta make a way for my baby |
My momma crying in that other room |
And them tears were falling, I hate it |
Next day I made me some change |
Man up nigga no complaining |
Daddy left my younger stages |
Ain’t no choice I had to make it |
Will not quit, and I will repent |
And I won’t consent, with a nigga who snitch |
Coupe no top it dont make no sense |
Like a nigga who broke it dont make no cents |
Just stay friends in a whip no tint |
And that rolex glist oh boy they pissed |
Yall fuck boys do make me sick |
Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick! |
And I got this shit, Khaled I got em |
He going to war, standing beside em |
You gon need army! |
You gon need navy! |
You gon need soliders! |
Maybe OBAMA! |
It’s that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T |
None of you niggas dont matter to me |
Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat |
Feed me rappers, bon appeite! |
Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak |
Came for the war, no longer the peace |
Time for the blind and be able to see |
None of these niggas is ain’t nothing like me |
24 years ain’t get no sleep |
26 inches on my jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet |
Know the day that they let me free, Yall in trouble O-M-G! |
Please oh please nigga pray for me! |
Killing this shit boy, RIP! |
I’m back with a B and a mac on me |
In the back of the jeep yall looking for me! |
Capital A ! |
Capital C ! |
Capital E ! |
Free my niggas till they all get free! |
Rep my city, gotta rep my team! |
Broward county President |
Thats that shit that I represent! |
Quarter mill for that whip im in |
Pussy boys I never mind they diss |
80 thousand thats on my wrist |
Take your chick and I make that bitch |
Hit the dick, then take a flick |
Send that shit, you’ll have a fit |
L-O-L im outta state |
Young nigga tryna get filthy rich |
Im outchea, better bring your voucher |
Better call your counsler, shit get real |
Wanna think im coward? |
Oh I ain’t bout it |
Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma |
Heard it got em, never want that drama! |
Never want that drama ohhh Lord! |
I pray the world dont end in January |
December 31st I made obituaries! |
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery |
All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery! |
Starvation… |
Starvation… |
God Bless this proud Nation… Two |
Outro |
(Obama Speech) |
«If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but |
tonight, tonight, is your answer!» |