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kendrick sims - racks lyrics

just got up off that toilet seat where most rappers lyric ought ta be;
i wanted peace so i turned my phone off cause money keep on calling me
these milfs be asking for my number, you get broke then i guess you better hit a l1ck;
my girl is independent like me but she told me that is her d-ck
i don’t blame her one bit, i’m old school i’m sl1ck rick;
knocking these tracks out left and right, i swear i just made another hit
dark skinned n-ggas went out of style but i dare anyone to test me;
whatever i write is frosted flakes, its grrreat the way it ought to be
go to sleep with my finger on the trigga, i only hear what i wanna hear;
don’t touch but i know y’all feel me, zoom by you as i shift into sixth gear
f-ck what you be talkin’ bout, you only live one i’m cool with that;
swear i done had nine lives, you can just call me a cool cat
b-tch come showing me a price tag, i got racks on racks on racks!
you know im showing up at the white party, i got black on black on black
she want me to lay that pipe for her, you can just call me lowe’s;
and throw that p-ssy at me she gone shake it like a red nose
peanut b-tter jelly with baseball bat, hit it from the back in a baseball hat;
knock that sh-t clean out the park, somebody bring my baseball back
i really don’t know if you have seen her, her backs swings just like serena;
before i even break a sweat that thing so wet have me on the phone talking with fema
some of yall n-ggas is washed up, some of yall n-ggas just wanna hate;
i swear n-ggas better watch how and what you so say, i’ll leave you out to dry no fabricate
i’m so hot i take my clothes off, when i’m out imma make it rain;
just as sure i go by kendrick, im pretty sure that is my f-cking name
i don’t have a rap no name, go by what my mother gave me;
i don’t just be going in, i going insane, i’m going crazy
whites girls y’all ain’t back, y’all be liking that rap sh-t;
black guys don’t discriminate i promise they just wanna hit
don’t be sleeping on me because imma keep on writing these scriptures;
capture who you thought i was i turn it into motion picture
imma keep on busting my -ss until my young -ss see a milli;
i done had so many death threats, still waitin’ on someone to k!ll me
get at me…

- kendrick sims lyrics

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