| Who that on the pole? |
| Is she that on the pole?
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| Who that on the pole? |
| Is she that on the pole?
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| Who that on the pole? |
| Is she that on the pole?
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| If you ain’t gettin' dough shawty, you don’t get to go
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| And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes
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| My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
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| Rack, Rack City shit
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| Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
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| And a hundred for your smile, I’mma be here for a while
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| I’mma be up with them ounces, I’ll see you when you out
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| Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain’t with the sucka' shit
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| All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government
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| Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
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| But don’t expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
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| Yeah, Rack, Rack City shit
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| She ain’t right like them old rap city skits
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| I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
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| Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26
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| Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
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| Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
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| Silver Emblem, 2 black Rs
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| Who’s that in the nice black car?
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| Autopsy came back, results are?
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| Cause of death… bars
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| Gotta killa fo, for the llama
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| Gotta killa hoe, half Columbiana
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| Half Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-a
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| Work out a little bit, get the rest from her mama
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| Black city Bitch, Black outta '03
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| California king kush, black out from OG
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| You made ya death bed, now lay in it
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| The end is here, start sayin it
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| I’m in my other car, bout to get my other car
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| You like to talk to him, young, it’s a seminar
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| 12 carats, man that’s all ears
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| 1 through 6, man, it’s all gears
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| Got my other broad talking with my other broad
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| All them in the back talking to my other broad
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| OK, look like we got a foursome
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| 3 bitches in my bed, bout 4 something
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| Yeah see I let my nigga hit that
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| He ain’t nuttin, so I let my nigga split that
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| Suit game, bag it, she might know something
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| But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something
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| Yeah you know what that mean, you tonight girl
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| But if your bullshit, I’ll leave ya wit a white girl
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| It’s all we doing nigga, ass n' tits
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| A-town nigga, yeah, trap city
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| Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
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| Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch
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| Black 4s, red drop head doors
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| Got ya whore doing shit that’s uncalled for
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| I see these bitches callin… I just hit ignore
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| James bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre,
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| Ain’t got 'em? |
| Erry blood goin stop 'em
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| 120 in the ghost take the bitch shoppin
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| Niggas will open it up, cuz they ain’t poppin
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| Ain’t got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commas
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| Red headorama, Rack City Junk yarding
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| I be ahead of these nigga Last King, Guillotine
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| YMCMB Nigga take defeat
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| Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my nigga Meek
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| Meek Milly, Racked up Racked out
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| And I’ll be countin money till I pass out
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| Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash house
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| And I’ll be sayin something when I mash out
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| In the Lambo lookin like a fly
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| I shine like somethin in the sky
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| These haters hope I hurry up and die
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| Cuz my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye
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| Me and three females in the CL
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| Pink toe nails, tail like a beached whale
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| Tell 'em all betta keep it on the DL
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| No phone, no twitter, no email
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| Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear
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| Fall the King of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit
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| Pocket racked up, all big faces
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| At the party crib, full of broads all naked
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| Rosé cases, We pop daily
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| We stay faded, need no occasion
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| Latins and Asians, Black, Caucasian
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| All go crazy for days in amazement
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| Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
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| Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rack City (Feat. Young Jeezy, T.I., Fabolous, Wale & Tyga) , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Mr. Philadelphia, in the genre Нью-эйдж