| No books, this a mag
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| Shoot it out, fuck a badge
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| I was down to my last (Last)
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| I remember my past (Woo)
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| Put it up, got packs in the house (Bando)
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| Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
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| These hoes get passed (Pew pew)
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| Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
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| Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
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| And this bitch want my mans
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| 'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them, play with them)
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| 'Bout to play with these bands, hold up (Yeah)
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| You can’t come to the land
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| Got that bitch in my hand (Bitch, bitch)
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| That muhfucka' gon' dance
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| That muhfucka' gon' dance, yeah (Yeah)
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| Livin' gone like Xan'
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| We been gone like Xan'
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| We not kickin' shit
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| No, we not friends
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| But I set these trends (Trends)
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| Put a bitch in the Benz
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| Dirty money got cleansed (Cleansed)
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| Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
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| She invite her friends (Friends)
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| They my type, all tens
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| And my drip European (Drip)
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| I done put diamonds on my lens (Woo)
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| My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
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| I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
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| Then I took off the hat (Hat)
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| Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
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| No books, this a mag
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| Shoot it out, fuck a badge
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| I was down to my last (Last)
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| I remember my past (Woo)
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| Put it up, got packs in the house (Bando)
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| Get slapped with a stack with the mount
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| These hoes get passed (Pew pew)
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| Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
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| Niggas don’t want no money, want clout
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| Don’t sit, there’s a stick in the couch
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| Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
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| Now my grandma lookin' down proud
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| My kids not worried 'bout a drought
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| Baguettes in the teeth, down South
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| Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
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| Put the double-R truck en route
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| I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
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| Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
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| Losin' my mind, I can’t think
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| Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
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| I go three hard in the paint
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| It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
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| Swimmin' with sharks in the tank
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| You best not drown, when I pop this pint
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| Pour it in the clouds, hope that shit don’t stink
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| My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
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| I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
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| Then I took off the hat (Hat)
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| Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
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| No books, this a mag
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| Shoot it out, fuck a badge
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| I was down to my last (Last)
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| I remember my past (Woo)
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| Put it up, got packs in the house (Bando)
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| Get slapped with a stack watch your mouth
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| These hoes get passed (Pew pew)
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| Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
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| Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
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| And this bitch want my mans
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| 'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)
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| 'Bout to play with these bands |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Racks , by - Quality Control. Song from the album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп