Ace Hood - Root Of Evil (Intro) lyrics

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Ace Hood - Root Of Evil (Intro) lyrics

[Intro] God bless you p**y n***as ...keep on f**in Amen God bless you p**y n***as Yep yep yep yea [Hook x2] Why the devil just keep f**in with me? It’s like the devil just keep f**in with me My pockets full of all them dead people My pockets full of all them dead people [Verse] Keep it 100, I’m countin this money, they know what it be Couple them diamonds, them b**hes be shinin, they know that it’s me n***as be sleep til I hop on the beat and they wake up the beast f** what you talkin, don’t like what you say then them choppas can speak Bang! Bang! Chief Keef voice n***a (n***a) Come through the hood in the Roll Royce, Ghost n***a Hallelujah (praise God), hallelujah (praise God) Thank the j**eler, he precare and send a mule Rockin so much ice I’m like a walkin cooler We so damn exclusive they should pay-per-view it f** n***as stop that hate Go and get yourself some paper f** around, meet your maker Next day front page of the paper woo [Hook x2] Why the devil just keep f**in with me? It’s like the devil just keep f**in with me My pockets full of all them dead people My pockets full of all them dead people [Verse] Back in the building, my coupe got no ceiling so haters can see Fresh on the molly, get money my hobby, you got it, capish Oh God, oh God, not talkin Big Sean but I give her the D! Pull up the 2 seater, I’m ballin Lou Kima like Adrian P Clique full of real n***as Walk in the club with yo b**h and I bet that I still get er Real sh**, paranoid I keep a full clip Woke up this morning, I’m counting this money, I’m out of my mind I’m just tryina survive Got to go get it, no need to decide Benjamin Franklins all in my eyes Some people round have the devil inside Stick with my n***as, we never divide, no! ‘Cause I don’t really trust n***as Just might say a prayer for you f** n***as [Hook x2] Why the devil just keep f**in with me? It’s like the devil just keep f**in with me My pockets full of all them dead people My pockets full of all them dead people