Lyrics Face Good - Ace Hood, Flo Rida

Face Good

Chea
Gutta
See whatchu have is that movement my nigga
It’s Flo Rida, Ace Hood homie
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo 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 while they ask me on deck, Flo 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 block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem
let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood,
my face good heyyy.
Chea, 1988 momma birthed a fuckin G, I tell her fuck a bottle gimme Hennesey to
drink, the only drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep, wake up in the
morning on the corner no school fa me, nigga bought them peaches that be
preachin servin work and trees, had a Visa Card hella stacks and only 17,
my face is good in the hood I was servin beans, a real nigga they salute you
when you getting green, the youngest niggas on the block totin 17s,
the AR is tucked in side of my denim jeans, so show your past or get stretched
like a flat screen, I’m certified and born to ride «I am the streets».
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo 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 block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem
let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood,
my face good heyyy.
Chea, I’m in that butta pecan bimmer creepin thru the hood, gotta keep it gutta
mafuckas knew a nigga would, but I gotta pass courtesy of me and face good,
in the streets of my city block in my damn hood, where niggas take your life
for free like a canned good, I’m certified me and Flo Rida remain hood,
betta state yo presence when you step in thru a man’s hood, or you get caught
up with them choppas leave you dead holmes, cause even in the middle 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 cell phone, it ain’t right this life getcho bang on.
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo 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 block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem
let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood,
my face good heyyy.
Chea, and I was the low key nigga posted by the front do, young dreadlock
niggas rockin them Dickies and a torch, got a house a red band gotta keep me on
the porch, look 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 all on a
clean gun, a real nigga neva born to be a snitch, neva knew I’d be rich but the
streets made ki’s, and since a (incomprehensible) a nigga stayed in the mix,
neva snitchin on a bitch, and the Feds know shit, payed my dues to the real on
the bricks.
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo 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 block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem
let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood,
my face good heyyy.