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joey trap - racks lyrics

[intro]
traphouse mob
luca on the track

[chorus]
racks
how you gon’ say you get money? you know that ain’t facts (know that ain’t facts)
we in the booth getting [?] and i’m sitting here countin’ up stacks (racks)
how you gon’ call that sh+t “za”? you know that sh+t isn’t no pack (that’s mid)
i got your shorty on fire, she out her blowing her back (her back)

[verse]
facts
i tell your shorty “relax” (woah)
baby, i still got [?]
make a b+tch run a mile to flex (run)
woah, movin’
i was out trappin’, my n+gga, the f+ck is you doin’? (f+ck is you doin’?)
i’m with your shorty, she clappin’, you know that b+tch steady be choosin’ (clap)
when is you n+ggas gon’ pack it up ’cause you just steady be losin’? (pack up)
i get why these p+ssies by actin’, it’s probably ’cause my life a movie (movie), woah
i don’t talk to you, n+gga, we bend blocks (woah)
y’all steady talk to the police, my n+gga, y’all been opps
ayy, you act like shorty a queen, but she is a big thot (thot)
it ain’t holiday, we at your crib takin’ big shots (boom, boom, boom)
she feel excited, i brought your new b+tch to the trap spot (trap spot)
you entertaining, my n+gga, you p+ssies some mascots (mascots)
style, it took your shorty a while (woo)
she fell in love with the sound (huh?)
she fell in love ’cause i’m wild (wild)
wild (wild), woah (woah)
i get the money, you don’t (nah)
i get the money and go (huh?)
these n+ggas hate on the road (road)
pole (woah), baow
we hit your face, body (body)
n+gga was talkin’, he rowdy
he get a clip if he doubt me (grrrt)
try me (try), wildin’
n+gga, i feel like i’m fivie (fivie)
i got this big drip on me (drip)
i got your shorty beside me (drip), woah
[chorus]
racks
how you gon’ say you get money? you know that ain’t facts (know that ain’t facts)
we in the booth getting [?] and i’m sitting here countin’ up stacks (countin’ up racks)
how you gon’ call that sh+t “za”? you know that sh+t isn’t no pack (that’s mid)
i made your short a hustler, i’m sittin’ here blowing her back (her back)
racks
how you gon’ say you get money? you know that ain’t facts (know that ain’t facts)
we in the booth getting [?] and i’m sitting here countin’ up stacks (countin’ up racks)
how you gon’ call that sh+t “za”? you know that sh+t isn’t no pack (that’s mid)
i made your short a hustler, i’m sittin’ here blowing her back (her back)

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