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rob ace - 100racks lyrics

[verse 1:]
last night i ain’t go to sleep
denim jeans they was true religion
you or you i had two decisions
two rubbers and my parents missin’
on the counter hit in the kitchen
round the house ’til my slippers missin’ (woah)
see your sister now i’m steady switchin’ (switching)
switching b-tches while i switch positions
glock was loaded in my h-lly hansen
please don’t ask me how a n-gg- had it
please don’t ask me why a n-gg- got it
how a n-gg- sold it, how i started rappin’
intuitions made a n-gg- happen
momma love you but i got to go
f-ck a bill ima need a mill
baby love me if you really real
got the “monos” on the block
i cannot cop cause its hot, i wanna cyph
i got a rack in the day
spend it on drugs and hotels for the night
ice with a heater my n-gg-s got beamers
ice with a heater my n-gg-s got fevers
peter pan i’m in never land
couple pans with a couple grams
shoot at n-gg-s now my gun is jammed
i’m that n-gg- sayin’ f-ck your mans
tell the truth i’m doin’ what he can’t
n-gg- mad while you gettin’ smashed
off a perc got me feeling different
f-ck you lookin’ and not sayin’ nothin’
sayin’ f-ck it ima win for somethin’
still in public and she let me f-ck it
yeah

hook:
need a mill and a hundred racks
if you real and you know the deal
baby can you keep it just a hundred racks?

can you keep it just a hundred racks?
can you keep it just a hundred racks?
if you real and you know know the deal
baby can you keep it just a hundred racks?

verse 2:
mixing fanta with some potion
it’ll keep me out emotions
on god i don’t understand
how they hatin’ on they own mans
how you fake stunting on the gram
muddy keep me blowing 2 bands
she dominican, her -ss fat
goyard, ima bag that
french kissing while she slow dance
baby i ain’t into romance
baby i don’t love no hoes
all designer she got no clothes
all designer put her in designer
f-ck these b-tches all my n-gg-s flyer
i had b-tches trynna say they love me
b-tch you loved me when you got to f-ck me
i ain’t lyin’ girl we from the jungle
i’m a lion and my style is b-tta
ask my n-gg- if he wants to f-ck her
p-ss her ’round and then i got to dub her
too young i done seen shit
don’t trust shit for a reason
she pull me deeper as i say i love her
go to leave her n-gg- i don’t need her
i won’t lie that pussy aquafina
cocaina but that shit is pinker
rockin’ fendi while she rock her fenty
wear bandanas as i’m drinkin’ henny
santana hoppin’ out of bentley’s
slide with beamers but i drive mercedes
in my city n-gg-s dyin’ lately
i been stressin’ need the bread to save me
maybe… (yeah)

hook:
need a mill and a hundred racks
if you real and you know the deal
baby can you keep it just a hundred racks?

can you keep it just a hundred racks?
can you keep it just a hundred racks?
if you real and you know know the deal
baby can you keep it just a hundred racks?

outro:
i been drinkin’ sayin’ f-ck hoes
gettin’ gone ’til the club close
blowin’ money in my bath robes
i can’t see cause of the gas smoke
f-ck b-tches i don’t trust b-tches
keep it real so i f-ck with you
blue notes, i’m in love with you
girl i’m gone ’til next winter…

- rob ace lyrics

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