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yc - racks lyrics

(intro)
yc
what u got
racks on racks on racks
he got racks on racks on racks
we got racks on racks on raaaaacks (leh go)
i got i got racks on racks on racks
she got racks on racks on racks
they got racks on racks on racks

(chorus)
got campaigne going so strong
getting brain while i’m talking on da phone
spend money when ya money’s long
real street n-gg-s aint no clone
we at da top where we belong
straight lean, rozay’, patron
smoking on thousand dollas worth of strong
when da club bout to hear dis sooonngg

got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on raaaaaacks(x3)
n—as hate me faall baacck

(verse 1 yc)
gotta car lot in my garage
gotta condo down near the stars
i’m geeked up off dem bars
gotta car, i aint even gotta park
no key push b-tton to start
she aint a dime i won’t get hard
got hoe’s dat need a green card
say ima dogg but i don’t even bark
got em biting this swag like sharks
when i hit it ima knock it out the park
trap beat so got d-mn hard
got kush, got lean, got bars
got remix hard to scale
got bricks don’t need no scale
i’m plugged in with the mayor
i’m part of the cartel
that rerock aint no clean
62 hundred for a neen
said f-ck it all up on jeans
ima true religion fiend
got bands in the pockets of my jeans
need a kickstand way i lean
promethazine fiend, styrofoam, sprite and lean

got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on raaaaaacks(x3)
n-gg-s hate me fall backkkkkk

(verse 2 future)
no choice by force i sport
to go and cop sum ice
designer on my mojo
i live in the spotlight
real street n-gg- aint no flaw
yung future gotta keep dat raw
my swag i gave to you n-gg-s
ima need me a round of applause
bravo (bravo) bravo (bravo) bravo/ bravo bravo
gotta hundred dollars worth of clothes
i’m froze (i’m froze) i’m kold
i keep me a big bank roll
i aint tricking off on these hoes
these hoes bringing me they soul
i wil never sell my soul
cash out on all these cars
these foreign (foreign) broads
gotta n-gg- living in the stars
i’m on my way to mars
got keyshia, pam and nicki
they all wanna do a minaj
a.1., free band, free vans… we aint never gotta got dam flarge

got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on raaaaaacks(x3)
n-gg-s hate me fall backkkkkk

(verse 3 yc)
gotta know i keep dem racks, i stay counting them stacks
dem girls want leave me alone
one f-ck… now she attaaaatched
flow hot don’t need no match
sell work dnt pay no tax
i’m turned up to the maxx
don’t even know how to relaaaax
i drink so much d-mn lean
had to wake up on a bean
got racks off in my jeans
they busting out the seeeeams
got kush all in my lungs
get high like cheech and chong
eight-hundred a zone
ain’t blowing it less it’s strooong
she hate on my iphone
catch mine and then i’m gone
this girl want leave me lone
i can not take her hoooome
i’m gone off them bars
b-tch i’m not a star
i’m driving foreign cars
strapped up no bodyguuaaaard

(chorus)
got campaigne going so strong
getting brain while i’m talking on da phone
spend money when ya money’s long
real street n—-s aint no clone
we at da top where we belong
straight lean, rozay’, patron
smoking on thousand dollas worth of strong
when da club bout to hear dis sooonngg

got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on raaaaaacks(x2)
n-gg-s hate… try to hold baaccckk

(yc)
racks on racks on racks(x2)
racks on racks on raaaaaacks[x2]

- yc lyrics

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