Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Every Time We Come Around’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
On everything I love, It’s We The Best Music
It’s We The Best over everything
Get money, mo’ money
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around
You know I got that check on me, you know I got that 9 on me
Play with it or get religious, these shots’ll make your shirt holey
Say please lord, forgive a nigga, actin’ up like Ben Stiller
Jewelry on me so fuckin’ cold, I gotta wear it with a chinchilla
I ball on these f*ck niggas, Bron-Bron, D Wade
Whip white like cocaine, too dope, Rick James
I’m hardbody, my flow sick, that Eagle on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she know the deal and that’s every time that I come ’round
This big business, I come around, smoking on that too loud
Give my dog about twelve hundred in twenty minutes he goin’ down
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around
It’s my year, Slime here
Cartier box face, call it the time’s square
Why year, I drive and fly Lear
V-16, need a coupe with nine gears
Yeah! Mob member, star agenda
Serve niggas over these bars like bartenders (yes!)
I bob cats while shooting like guard Kemba
Hard in the paint, I stretch it, Lew Alcindor
F it, you all dinners, no protection
Tired of hearing these deadlines, no reception
Need work like wi-fi, no connection
We The Best men be the best in, cause
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you, oh
Every time we come around, ah
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around
They think I’ma gun ’em down
Just ’cause I’m a motherfucking king from the underground
Rest in peace, Pimp, name live long as Bun around
Niggas know me, a hundred keys, five hundred pounds
Way too advanced for these lames, had to dumb it down
Nigga try to run off with some change, I’ma hunt him down
All they do is run they mouth, me, I just run the town
‘Cause the industry is being ran by a bunch of clowns
Circus, it hurts ’cause
Everybody’s a boss and nobody’s the workers (real shit)
Shit is getting weird
All I know is when I look ’em in the eyes they be scared
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you, ah
Every time we come around, ah
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around