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rarin - rack love lyrics

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[lyrics to “rack love”]

[intro]
ayy, rarin go crazy

[part 1]
in a 2 door coupe b+tch i like to go fast
got a bag from louis to fit all my racks
asked a b+tch what it do can you hold to my strap
all my fingers blue cause i’m blowing through these bags

[hook]
so i told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
checks on the chain
now your b+tch throw her ass up
catch up i could never f+ck a lame b+tch
married to the game b+tch
i just want my racks up

i said pay me if you hate me
i could never give a f+ck where the fakes be
shawty crazy
yeah i’d let her cum but i’d never let her date me
might have fell in love but i’ll never let her save me
[part 2]
smoke a blunt filled with og with my brodie
back then they were never checking what they owed me
clocked in paid in i ain’t moving slowly
back ends locked in they won’t ever know me

god d+mn why she blowing up my phone
i spent f+cking 10 bands on that louis and that chrome
oh they been telling me i can’t so i got it on my own
i don’t think i’ll ever land i get higher every song

[hook]
in a 2 door coupe b+tch i like to go fast
got a bag from louis to fit all my racks
asked a b+tch what it do can you hold to my strap
all my fingers blue cause i’m blowing through these bags

so i told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
checks on the chain
now your b+tch throw her ass up
catch up i could never f+ck a lame b+tch
married to the game b+tch
i just want my racks up

[part 3]
love my designer
i just did a show and i got 50k in prada
can’t stay cold i got haters to nevada
everything gold i got everything i wanna
and your daughter
don’t make me walk out
put my fam on the scene i pull my glock out
b+tch i like green beams and that chop sound
i got bands for the team but you cropped out
yeah you cropped out yeah

y’all be talking ‘bout the same things like bang bang
you ain’t got no chain chain or that range range
you a cop out you ain’t ever gonna maintain
had to block out all the fake love with a plain jane

[hook]
in a 2 door coupe b+tch i like to go fast
got a bag from louis to fit all my racks
asked a b+tch what it do can you hold to my strap
all my fingers blue cause i’m blowing through these bags

so i told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
checks on the chain
now your b+tch throw her ass up
catch up i could never f+ck a lame b+tch
married to the game b+tch
i just want my racks up

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