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marr grey - racks on me lyrics

yeah, uh huh
yeah, uh huh
yeah, uh huh

ashlee went crazy on this b+tch

(verse one)
marching in louis v boots like major payne
shopping at chrome broken hearts to ease the pain
my b+tch got more baggage than a baggage claim
she out here reppin’ the gang
can i trust ya’ to wear my chain
big dawg, i’m a man
in my city they know that’s my land
and i put a ring on my b+tch hand
and the jeweler made sure that b+tch dance (lets go, catch up)
i’ma buy all my friends a benz
i’m talkin’ amg
i’m flipping’ these songs like keys, i’m burnin’ up the streets (yeah, uh huh)
it’s like ghost rider, see what i’m sayin’ (see what i’m sayin’)
big smile on me when i get paid just like the dentist
i’m a rack it with these ten inch chains but i don’t play no tennis
my windows look like a limo, got fame from my demo (uh huh)

(chorus)
i got them racks on me
i got that pack on me
i use to sell gas you know
now it’s just tracks homie
they treat us like aliens, cause they wanna buy in (lets go)
ufo spotting
what’s that?
ashlee went crazy on this b+tch (uh huh)
we in this b+tch going crazy we going dummy, they know that we coming
jump in the crowd they going wild, it’s a mosh pit
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
i got the racks, still holdin’ that pack
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
(verse two)
got a lotta’ racks dawg, got a lotta cash dawg
and my b+tch got a fatty it look like kash doll’s
what i’m getting for a feature look like tax fraud
that’s why i got a joint in texas that handle my taxes (yeah, uh huh)
and i beat it off on her chest like a gorilla
i’m in tom ford leather looking like thriller
tats on my neck it’s permanent
she shakin’ that ass she workin’ it
she wanted celine, she earned it
she gon’ let me creampie (yeah, uh huh)
she gotta f+ck with all the guys, your diamonds is looking like rice
my diamonds are looking like water
can afford her cause i’m recording
one of my dawgs he ain’t doing well
i’m tryna’ make sure that he gettin’ paid
one of my dawgs is doing too well
he feel like the feds is planning a raid

(chorus)
i got them racks on me
i got that pack on me
i use to sell gas, you know
now it’s just tracks homie
they treat us like aliens, cause they wanna buy in
ufo spotting
what’s that?
ashlee went crazy on this b+tch (uh huh)
we in this b+tch going crazy we going dummy, they know that we coming
jump in the crowd they going wild, it’s a mosh pit
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
i got the racks, still holdin’ that pack
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
uh huh
i got the racks, still holdin’ a pack
uh huh

- marr grey lyrics

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