sixmill – racks lyrics
[intro]
what, yeah
what, what, yeah
[chorus]
i got all this guap in my pants
all designer on me, gucci bag hold the pants
she don’t wanna f-ck me, i guess i’ma f-ck her friends
rollie presidential, range 20 inch rims
yeah, i got a rack in my benz
i don’t want no friends, i just stack up these bands
diamonds on my wrist cost the crib that you in
i don’t f-ck with goofys, get the guap, that’s the plan
[verse]
bull hundreds finna make your b-tch strip down
i just got a bag, i f-ck your b-tch now
i ain’t had sh-t, but i’m rich now
i could give a f-ck about q b-tch now
bull hundreds finna make your b-tch strip down
i just got a bag, i f-ck your b-tch now
i ain’t had sh-t, but i’m rich now
i could give a f-ck about q b-tch now
[chorus]
i got all this guap in my pants
all designer on me, gucci bag hold the pants
she don’t wanna f-ck me, i guess i’ma f-ck her friends
rollie presidential, range 20 inch rims
yeah, i got a rack in my benz
i don’t want no friends, i just stack up these bands
diamonds on my wrist cost the crib that you in
i don’t f-ck with goofys, get the guap, that’s the plan
[outro]
sixmill made this sh-t
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