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yea i kno it - ace cino lyrics

[intro]
(who invented the mafia?
what?
the costa nostra, remember that
who cares?
are you in the mafia?
am i in the what?
whatever you wanna call it, an organized crime
i’m in the waste*management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up)

[verse 1: ace cino & kitchen qleen]
thousand dollars for my pants, thousand dollars for my shoes
[?] for my belongings, you smell me walkin’ in the room
they couldn’t walk up in my shoes
move the f*ck up out my way or i’ma get your ass removed
two box full of guns, these ain’t no ordinary tools
off these mario bros., these ain’t no ordinary shrooms
i ain’t no ordinary dude
got too many straps, it’s so many that we barely use
i retired, but i still can shoot, i’m like larry hughes
n*ggas’ family gon’ be upset when they hear the news
she sippin’ now, when i moved into her, she was scared of juice
you can make a name out the ghetto, b*tch, i’m living proof
you ain’t got your bl!cky in the party, bet i’m gettin’ through
whole family thuggin’, you ain’t got my sisters sent in too
all these b*tches choose, i ain’t trippin’, let she hit it too
b*tch, you know the rules, it ain’t no fun if he can’t get it too
[chorus: ace cino & kitchen qleen]
yeah, i know it, say i’m goated
smokin’ while i’m rollin’, b*tch, i’m fly as f*ck, i’m always floatin’
yeah, i know it too, they say i’m goated too
it’s ’bout time they pay us our dues, sh*t [?]
i’m like a g*nius, i know more than school
you stupid n*ggas more than fools
i keep her p*ssy soakin’ like a pool
these b*tches hoein’ like it’s cool
i swim in money, chi chi’s screwed
your daddy up, b*tch, we ain’t cool
what have you heard of me to lose?
what have you heard of cleaning shoes?

[verse 2: kitchen qleen]
[?] pros while i’m drivin’ this b*tch, tryna make me crash
be crashin’ out about some p*ssy, they ain’t that serious about no ass
munion, munion, all i think about is cash
my opps p*ssed, i done lapped ’em up twice and eat his mans
funyuns, funyuns, keep a pocket full of bash
i know how to get some money and make p*ssy n*ggas mad
i’m still runnin’ up the pape’ and y’all fell off bad
every time they think i’m gone, b*tch, i bome right back

[chorus: ace cino & kitchen qleen]
yeah, i know it, say i’m goated
smokin’ while i’m rollin’, b*tch, i’m fly as f*ck, i’m always floatin’
yeah, i know it too, they say i’m goated too
it’s ’bout time they pay us our dues, sh*t [?] (are you in the mafia?)
i’m like a g*nius, i know more than school
you stupid n*ggas more than fools (am i in the what?)
i keep her p*ssy soakin’ like a pool (whatever you wanna call it, an organized crime)
these b*tches hoein’ like it’s cool
i swim in money, chi chi’s screwed
your daddy up, b*tch, we ain’t cool
what have you heard of me to lose? (i’m in the waste*management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up)
what have you heard of cleaning shoes?
it’s a stereotype, and it’s offensive
and you’re the last one that ever wants to perpetuate it

- ace cino lyrics

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