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luracks - poles & clothes lyrics

[intro: luracks]
(luracks, where you get all them racks from?)
(you got fourteen bricks right there?)
a+team sh+t, n+gga

[verse 1: luracks]
uh, stick make a fat n+gga skinny
george lopez, i’m losin’ my kidneys
i pour a deuce in the wock, this ain’t remy
b+tch made n+ggas need shows, i’m off disney
i’m in the cut with the strap like i’m 50
i got poles with double+d titties
i’m like nemo, i’m goin’ to sydney
i’m like uno, i’m ridin’ with sticky
off the pill in the tub like i’m whitney
uh, might go bald like i’m britney
i chip n+ggas, they body look icky
too many chops when i come to his city
i’m with sxnta, we lookin’ for poles (lil’ b+tch, haha)
i’m with zen, we lookin’ for clothes
i got aim, i’ma knock off his nosе
he seen the arp and he frozе
i got sticks if you wanna act swole
i catch a rapper and blow up his show
she blow her wedding cake, i’ma propose
moncler coat when it start feelin’ cold
i be with paint ’cause i know he gon’ blow
my girl hate when i get on the road
if you try to rob, then the glock steal your soul
i was straight as, just like honor roll
playboi carti, the stick, it control
i’m kickin’ sh+t, finna get me a goal
i’m shia labeouf when i’m diggin’ her hole
don’t try to debate cause i stay with a pole
[verse 2: ohsxnta]
don’t try to debate, i stay with that stick
paid in full, i feel like them n+ggas
n+ggas be cappin’, ion f+ck with that sh+t
i got them poles, you can’t backdoor sh+t (aye)
smokin’ on gas, i ain’t smokin’ that— (yeah)
she got a leash, she ain’t suckin’ the d+ck (yeah)
f+ckin’ that b+tch and i’m grabbin’ her— (grabbin’ her)
i ain’t rico, i don’t gotta snitch (bee)
aye, i’m in that 4+door v
she wan’ f+ck with me (bee), aye+aye
i’m in this bih’ with ‘racks, yeah, boy, don’t play with me (oh, yeah)
i like finer things, yeah, and designer things (aye)
for night only, hoe, yeah, she just want my green

[verse 3: 1oneam]
(yeah, yeah)
yeah, i’m in this bih’ with the poles (bow, bow)
yeah, f+ck ’round, wipe yo’ nose (nose)
huh, that shot, it’s gon’ blow (blat, blaow)
i’m with lil’ t, we f+ckin’ on hoes (ha)
she on the d+ck, lil’ hoe, come blow (blow)
b+tch, i just run some dough (dough)
yeah, told her “that’s not yo’ hoe” (ha, ha, ha, ha)
walk into saks, my fit cost a kidney (haha)
yeah, too bored, finna do spendin’ (spendin’)
yeah, b+tch, yo’ funds is pendin’ (ha, hahaha)
yeah, broke n+gga, no i am not lendin’ (no, no)
yeah, yeah, bad hoe, you know i’m full sendin’ (sendin’, yeah)
[outro]
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