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faceless 1-7 & prompto - rack that shit lyrics

rack that sh+t lyrics
[intro: faceless 1+7]
yeah, aye yeah, yeah
d+mn, turn that beat up, yeah
aye, yuh, aye yuh

[verse 1: faceless 1+7]
racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me (yuh)
f+cked yo b+tch she callin’ out, she said she want it deep
racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me (aha)
i don’t give a f+ck about your energy (yeah)
torment is infinite
i wish that i was aborted
my ma’ could afford it
light up with the syndicate
then get my b, she contorted
her feet into orbit
i’ll f+ck on the internet
gone get your girl to record it
my nut on her forehead
i’m sad but she into it
you all the same lika a synonym
huh, yuh
racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on me (yuh)
i gone bring the ruckus, got my focus on the fee
seeing out the black, we staying strapped up to the t++th
if you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street (yuh)
buried underneath six feet concrete
old mate with the ski, like c’est la vie
that girls p+ssy taste like made lychee
i’ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
my seed, compressed between them cheeks
that’s g
got them buns for fun
she like a cream pastry
an i ain’t done ’til sun
done did a 360
said i ain’t run from nun
yeah, i ain’t run from (yu+yuh)
rip that clip
with a f+cked up face
i’ma take that ace
triple drop all day
light split my vein
’til it fit my brain
tip n slice low fate
so i slide so fake
like, get no weight
don’t get in my way
i been cutting my demons
’til breathing my hate
upping my eden, deleting the pain
but pain is my purpose, deserve it
it fate, yuh
[verse 2: prompto]
racks on racks, i get provisions
kodak black, got tunnel vision
seven sixes, ben simmons
rookie sh+t, no definition
amateur, you beg to listen
open ears with no intentions
shed your tears, you act like children
better back off, get the f+ck out my way
grab a chainsaw, cut ’em out of they place
no face, no case, i’m asserting my fate
here’s your meal, i’ve been serving up plates
no rip’n’dip, talk yo sh+t so quick, i’m sick of it
b+tter them lips so sl!ck like gibberish
look at my racks like dividends
make you say da+da+dadada+d+mn
how does it feel knowing she is a fan?
making it clap like god d+mn
bought a new jacket, it came from j+pan
think that i made it? i only began
i made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences (yuh, yuh)
my vision is impairing, i’m transparent with my privilege, uh

- faceless 1 7 prompto lyrics

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