Rack City lyrics
Rack, Rack City, bitch
Rack, Rack, Rack City, bitch Rack, Rack, Rack, Rack City, bitch. Mustard on the beat. Rack City, bitch Rack, Rack City, bitch Ten, ten, ten twenties on yo titties, bitch. 100 deep, V.I.P No guest list. T-T Raww, you don't know who you fuckin' wit. Got my other bitch Fuckin' wit my other bitch. Fuckin' all night Nigga we ain't celibate. Nigga say I'm too dope I ain't sellin' it. Bar fresher than a mutherfuckin' peppermint. G-gold letterman Last king killin' shit. Y-Young Money, Young Money Yeah, we gettin' rich. Got yo grandma on my dick Haha, girl you know what it is. Rack City, bitch Rack, Rack City, bitch Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties, bitch. I'm a mutherfuckin' star (star) Look at the paint on the car (car) Too much rim make the ride too hard Tell that bitch hop out, Walk the boulevard. I need my money pronto Get it in the mornin' like Alonzo, Rondo. Green got cheese like a nacho. If you ain't got no ass, bitch wear poncho. Head honcho, got my seat back. Niggas starin' at me, don't get bapped. Got my shirt off, the club too packed. It's too turnt, goin' up like gas. Godddamn pull out my rags Mike, Mike Jackson, nigga, yeah I'm bad. Rat-tat-tat-tat tatted up in my back All the hoes love me You know what it is. Rack City, bitch Rack, Rack City, bitch Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties, bitch. Throwin' hundreds, hundreds Hundreds, hundreds Throwin' hundreds, hundreds Rack City, bitch Rack, Rack City, bitch Hundreds, hundreds Throwin' hundreds, hundreds Hundreds, hundreds Rack City, bitch Rack, Rack City, bitch.
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