Текст песни YC - Racks On Racks (Feat. Future)

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What U Got Racks On Racks On Racks He Got Racks On Racks On Racks We Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks (Leh Go) I Got I Got Racks On Racks On Racks She Got Racks On Racks On Racks They Got Racks On Racks On Racks (Chorus) Got Campaigne Going So Strong Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone Spend Money When Ya Money's Long Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone We At Da Top Where We Belong Straight Lean, Rozay', Patron Smoking On thousand Dollas Worth Of Strong When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg Got Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x3) N***as Hate Me Faall Baacck (Verse 1 YC) Gotta Car Lot In My Garage Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars Im Geeked Up Off Dem Bars Gotta Car, I Aint Even Gotta Park No Key Push Button To Start She Aint A Dime I Won't Get Hard Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card Say Ima Dogg But I Don't Even Bark Got Em Biting This Swag Like Sharks When I Hit It Ima Knock It Out The Park Trap Beat So Got Damn Hard Got Kush, Got Lean, Got Bars Got Remix Hard To Scale Got Bricks Dont Need No Scale Im Plugged In With The Mayor Im Part Of The Cartel That ReRock Aint No Clean 62 Hundred For A Neen Said Fuck It All Up On Jeans Ima True Religion Phein Got Bands In The Pockets Of My Jeans Need A Kickstand Way I Lean Promethazine Phein, Styrofoam, Sprite And Lean (Chorus) Got Campaigne Going So Strong Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone Spend Money When Ya Money's Long Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone We At Da Top Where We Belong Straight Lean, Rozay', Patron Smoking On thousand Dollas Worth Of Strong When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg Got Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x3) Niggas Hate Me...Try To Hold Baacckkk (Verse 2 Future) No Choice By Force I Sport To Go And Cop Sum Ice Designer On My Mojo I Live In The Spotlight Real Street Nigga Aint No Flaw Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw My Swag I Gave To You Niggas Ima Need Me A Round Of Applause Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO Gotta Hundred Dollars Worth Of Clothes Im Froze (Im Froze) Im Cold I Keep Me A Big Bank Roll I Aint Tricking Off On These Hoes These Hoes Bringing Me They Soul I Wil Never Sell My Soul Cash Out On All These Cars These Foreign (Foreign) Broads Find More lyrics at Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars Im On My Way To Mars Got Keyshia, Pam And Nicki They All Wanna Do A Minaj A.1., Free Band, Free Vans...We Aint Never Gotta Got Dam Flarge (Chorus) Got Campaigne Going So Strong Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone Spend Money When Ya Money's Long Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone We At Da Top Where We Belong Straight Lean, Rozay', Patron Smoking On thousand Dollas Worth Of Strong When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg Got Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Racks On Racks On Racks Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x3) Niggas Hate Me...Try To Hold Baaccckk (Verse 3 YC) Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks, I Stay Counting Them Stacks Dem Girls Want Leave Me alone One Fuck....Now She Attaaaatched Flow Hot Don't Need No Match Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax Im Turned Up To The Maxx Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax I Drink So Much Damn Lean Had To Wake Up On A Bean Got Racks Off In My Jeans They Busting Out The Seeeeams Got Kush All In My Lungs Get High Like Cheech and Chong Eight-Hundred A Zone Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong She Hate On My iPhone Catch Mine And Then Im Gone This Girl Want Leave Me Lone I Can Not Take Her Hoooome Im Gone Off Them Bars Bitch Im Not A Star Im Driving Foreign Cars Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard (Chorus

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