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babymal – racks lyrics

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[pre chrous:babymal]

these n-ggas and b-tches wanna start a riot
oh yea they wanna start a riot
when i pull up
they wanna be quiet
they thought they can defeat me
p-ssy -ss n-ggas
oh they tried it
they talking through screens
p-ssy -ss n-gga wanna hop on my wave
buck at me like you gone do something lame
i’m the realest b-tch you know
and that’s one im not go change
i’m not the blame
this not a game

[chrous:babymal]

got the racks, got the bags, finna cash in yuh
got the stacks, got the beat, finna slap it yuh
got the bands, in my hand, rubber band it yuh
got too much money, they don’t understand it yuh

[verse 1:babymal

f-ck dat b-tch, idc what she gotta say
last time im check, put her n-gga in place
you acting too c-cky
knocking dat b-tch out like i was rocky
yo b-tch was next
i put her in check like nike
all this ice on me
got me feeling icy
ask yo n-gga how i taste
he said spicy
yo n-gga h-lla foul
da b-tch got me wild
walk past ya n-gga
he saying baby mal
i told them once
i told them twice
now i’m beating these b-tches like a bag of ice
none of these n-ggas can stop me
all these b-tches wanna take my style and be like me
shooting up da block with the glock
oh now they big and bad
they think its a joke
but im finna put they -ss in a bodybag

[verse 2:babymal]
d-mn these b-tches stay hating
negative compliments are motivating
move so fast
got the b-tches shook
never see me like this
made it to the top
got all these n-ggas suffocating
had to aim for his head
yea i’m ill-strating
leave this n-gga cooked like bacon
don’t come for me
bc these b-tches don’t know what they facing
all these b-tches clout chasing

[pre chrous:babymal]

these n-ggas and b-tches wanna start a riot
oh yea they wanna start a riot
when i pull up
they wanna be quiet
they thought they can defeat me
p-ssy -ss n-ggas
oh they tried it
they talking through screens
p-ssy -ss n-gga wanna hop on my wave
buck at me like you gone do something lame
i’m the realest b-tch you know
and that’s one im not go change
i’m not the blame
this not a game

[chrous:babymal]

got the racks, got the bags, finna cash in yuh
got the stacks, got the beat, finna slap it yuh
got the bands, in my hand, rubber band it yuh
got too much money, they don’t understand it yuh



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