| I ain’t gon hold on to nothing but these racks
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| I ain’t gon fuck that bitch if she ain’t got no ass
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| Brand new coupe, when I pull off it go so fast
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| All of my diamonds see through, they look like glass
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| I’m not gon' lie, I’m getting rich
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| My bitch a freak, she don’t really like to kiss
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| I’m not alone, bitch them racks is my friend
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| Left pocket full of racks, got me walking with a limp, yeah
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| Push up in that benz, and the windows tinted
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| I got your bitch, I got her friend, and they both with it
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| You ain’t talking bout' no digits, I ain’t showing interest
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| Banging on my fucking chest like a gorilla
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| Ink on my body, say she love my tats
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| When I hit her from the front I know she gon' be back
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| Only 23 but she call me dad
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| Cut that bitch off now she mad, damn
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| Spent a hundred thousand of them blue strips
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| Yeah, I like that pussy tight, not no loose lips
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| Fuck a whip, I’ma pull up in the cruise ship
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| They hate on me cuz' they cannot do this
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| I ain’t gon hold on to nothing but these racks
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| I ain’t gon fuck that bitch if she ain’t got no ass
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| Brand new coupe, when I pull off it go so fast
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| All of my diamonds see through, they look like glass
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| I’m not gon' lie, I’m getting rich
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| My bitch a freak, she don’t really like to kiss
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| I’m not alone, bitch them racks is my friend
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| Left pocket full of racks, got me walking with a limp, yeah |