Paroles de Racks

Young Chris

(intro - yc:)
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
Get brain while im talking on da phone
Spend money when ya money's gone
Real street niggas aint no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rose', patron
Smoking on 1000 worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis sooonngg

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(niggas hate me faalllbaaacckk)

(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 dnt even bark
Got em biting this swag like sharks,
When i hit it ima knock it out the park
Trap beat so god damn hard,
Got kush got lean got bar
That remix hard to scale,
Got bricks dnt 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

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(got racks on racks on raaaaaacks)

(got racks on racks on racks)
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(niggas hate me faalllbaaacckk)

(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 100 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 will never sell my soul
Cash out on all these cars,
These foreign (foreign) broads
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

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(got racks on racks on racks)
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(niggas hate me faalllbaaacckk)

(verse 3 - yc:)
Gotta know i keep dem racks,
I stay counting them stacks
Dem girls want leave me lone,
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,
Man busting out the sceeeene
Got kush all in my lungs,
Get high like cheech & 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

Got campaigne going so strong
Get brain while im talking on da phone
Spend money when ya money's gone
Real street niggas aint no clone
We at da top where we belong
Straight lean, rose', patron
Smoking on 1000 worth of strong
When da club bout to hear dis sooonngg

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(got racks on racks on raaaaaacks)

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(niggas hate me faalllbaaacckk)

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