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riya - rack city remix lyrics

[verse 1: riya]

i stay getting green like a vegan
no nicki double but i got them d’s up
back’s a round thing – stands a couple d’s up
bummy n-ggas trying to get with me i tell em ease up

no bbm – iphone
only prestige n-gg’s allowed on my phone
no wh0r- but any beat i will ride on
hooded up think you’re thugging well you’re dead wrong
if it ain’t money – then it don’t concern her
cat daddy swag – burger turner
b-tch i go to work – money earner
written in the stars feel like i’m eric turner

get your sunscreen cause i’m bringing in the heat
i keep these beats hot like they’re wrapped up in a fleece
lady like, but on the mic i am a beast
and i just murdered this beat i hope it rests in peace

[verse 2: drew-ray]
everyone’s saying that they’re on true religion
religion in the jeans that’s just materialism
but that’s just part of the world that we live in
wouldn’t mind a new porsche – couple spanish women
swimming pool in the back 24/7 living
loaded with a stack of cash that i could swim in
couple agents keeping my blackberry pinging
having to switch phone’s cause it won’t ever stop ringing

but i’d embrace all that
have a fat smile on my face when i look back
track after track – keeping me on the track
working my feet off till i hit the sack
you see me yeah – that’s what they’re screaming
flow so cold yeah – i bring the freeze in
have your best n-gga lost for words freezing
call me mc hammer any beat i’ll nail it
f-ck chasing girls – you’ll never see me chasing
except paper – showbiz pages
change you girl’s taste i’ll be what her taste is
floating on the track any air i’ll displace it (whoo)
no respect for the beat i’ll ride it and disgrace it (haha)

them crazy girls always drive me round the bend
all talk nothing to show for it – and they’re dead
foot on the gas no action they pretend
get them in your clutch different story in the end
she’s a queen so she wants a royal male
n-ggas posted on the strip they’re on that paper trail
delivering the food yeah they’re trying to live well
trying to get their cl-ss up ring the bell

i’m a fly n-gga (n-gga)
it ain’t hard to see (see)
sight for sore eyes yeah the blind can see me
spitting smokey bars have you sweating like miami heat

[riya]
spitting dirty bars how the flow so clean

- riya lyrics

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