| This is a Dolan Beats production
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| Bans, yeah, hah, racks
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| Man a young nigga really had some racks in his pocket, nigga
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| Fuck y’all niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga
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| Bans, yeah, ayy
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| Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
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| Outside (Bans), takin' risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew)
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| Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no killer?
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| Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
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| I’m a monster, I’m a dawg, I’m a beast up out the kennel (Bans)
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| If a nigga playin' crazy, I’ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
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| She gon' suck on my pencil, I’m gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
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| Pussy boy ain’t caught no plays so I could never feel him
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| Pussy boy ain’t got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah)
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| Nigga I be runnin' waves, need to copyright this shit
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| Your favorite rapper on my dick, I can’t even take a piss (Yeah)
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| I was on the block starvin', tryna run it where you live
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| Ain’t no love for these niggas, catch a case and watch 'em switch
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| Put a twenty on the table, watchin' niggas turn to bitches (Yeah, damn)
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| But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah)
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| Niggas rappin' 'bout the streets when really he ain’t ate, goddamn
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| They diggin', I’m kickin' this shit, his ho on my dick
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| I pop me a Perc' when I’m up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift
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| These niggas they hatin', I’m tryna get rich, they stay out the mix
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| I’m keepin' it goin', I’m poppin' my shit (Ayy), I’ma die for this shit,
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| ayy (Yeah)
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| Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
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| Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
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| Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no killer?
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| Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
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| I’m a monster, I’m a dawg, I’m a beast up out the kennel
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| If a nigga playin' crazy, I’ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
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| She gon' suck on my pencil, I’m gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
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| Pussy boy ain’t caught no plays so I could never feel him
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| Yeah, I could never fear him, yeah, I could never feel him
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| Boy, I know you sentimental, you ain’t built like the general
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| Rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in 'em
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| Got my old bitch mad 'cause I ain’t say I miss her
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| Yeah, she talk a lot of shit but I can’t even hear
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| I been knew I was that nigga from just lookin' in the mirror
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| I done hit a lot of licks just to make my vision clear
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| And it’s free Che Trill, man, it’s almost been a year
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| Ayy, free Rick Rare, we gon' smash off in a Lear
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| Niggas run they mouth a lot 'cause they don’t listen with their ears
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| But I just keep my head up 'cause I’m knowin' that it’s near
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| I done lived and I done learned, it ain’t no heart, it ain’t no fear
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| Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
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| Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
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| Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no killer?
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| Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
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| I’m a monster, I’m a dawg, I’m a beast up out the kennel
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| If a nigga playin' crazy, I’ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
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| She gon' suck on my pencil, I’m gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
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| Pussy boy ain’t caught no plays so I could never feel him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rickey Racks , by - Yung Bans. Song from the album Yung Bans, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп