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dance with the devil - ace santana lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(?) i ain’t slippin
ima stay ten toes, forever im pistol gripping
n*ggas dont want war cuz they know that a n*gga trippin
yeah

[verse]
tell a b*tch i love her, i dont even love myself
f*ck everybody i ain never needed no help
can’t trust me with no gun i might even off myself
and when sh*t get ugly i might rob you for your wealth
still free fifa, i hope you hear a n*gga word
you my brother forever even if we on bad terms
wish i could pick up the phone but a n*gga was at work
sh*t happened for a reason its probably what he deserved
still standing ten toes, but five gon keep you strong
ima keep you by my side rememberin’ you coming home
f*ck this rap sh*t and f*ck what these n*ggas on
have a shootout with the devil im sending you n*ggas home
low self*esteem and where im from it ain’t no hope
you’ll see who by you side when n*ggas is dead broke
chump ass n*ggas will use you up until you gone
never needed handouts we got it up on our own
stay off n*gga line cuz i dont wanna do no song
it was cool back then but n*ggas ain’t cool no more
ain’t n0body gave me help when i was on my brother floor
now everybody d*ckriding they see that im gettin dough
392 doin a hunnid on the 10
dancing with the devil my life is filled with sin
dont you ask me where im goin or no concerns of where ive been
i done did so much dirt i probably should’ve been dead
rest in peace bird they k!lled my lil mans
we was thuggin in the halls and plotting on ten bands
everybody snakes and i ain shaking no hands
have a shootout with a n*gga im calling my “best friend”
scoping out the party cuz n*ggas ain’t here to dance
only looking for that n*gga that ran off with them grams
if you came with anybody im taking out all his friends
better pray to allah, cuz i dont give a second chance
still dropping with no l’s, the .40 still in my pants
still doin bank juggs, still give a n*gga the hands
still on the block, you still serving them grams
two pints of the wock will give a n*gga sh*tty pants
five for the pint, still rob him if i can
rather be an outsider than someone i call a friend
still paranoid so you know its one in the head
ima injure like five and leave nine of them dead
cuban on my neck you b*tch giving me head
swear to god she ain’t sh*t, she giving me all yo bread
i dont like waiting and i need it all in advance
(?) a dummy tell her exactly what i said
talk illuminati tell me who i gotta give
gotta couple of n*ggas that i ain really f*ckin with
f*ck you n*ggas mean im just tyrnna get rich
matter fact take his life cuz that n*gga make me sick
i can picture it right now, fat ass rollie on my wrist
pull up to that n*gga grave just so i can take a p*ss
gucci stomping on yo flowers, post an instagram pic
never cared about that n*gga tell that boy to rest in sh*t
money over b*tches, (?) dont get it twisted
im chasing the money bag, we ain’t got the same digits
she like the way i dress and she love the way that i get it
invite her out on a date and had her buss a few prescriptions
still fighting cases, my granny is still racist
had to cut some n*ggas off, cuz n*ggas is two*faced(?)
stomped a n*gga out and got blood on my masons
when you n*ggas gon learn to stop f*cking with my patience
life f*cked up and i dont know if i can take it
if i go another year a n*gga might not make it
gamble witcha life and there’s a price you gotta pay it
but im ten toes down and thirty shots forever waiting
still dancing with the devil

- ace santana lyrics

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