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young thug - big racks (intro by lil uzi vert) lyrics

yeah
no i’m not jordan but i am the goat
diamonds they wet like a boat
diamonds they wet like a boat
diamonds they wet like a boat
no i’m not jordan but i am the goat
diamonds they wet like a boat
diamonds they wet like a boat
diamonds they wet like a boat

i got some big racks right on me
i got some big racks right on me
i got some big racks right on me
i got some big racks right on me
i keep them big racks right on me
i got them big racks right on me
i sat them big racks right on me
i got them big racks right on me
big racks right on me, i keep them big racks right on me
skin is right on me, still got them big racks right on me
i got them big racks right on me, i got them big racks right on me
i got them big racks right on me, i got them big racks right on me

i keep some big racks right on me
i keep some gnats right on me
i keep that pack right up on me
i keep that gat right up on me
p-ssy n-gg- back it up
chi-raq shoot like me in court
hit me one time in my stomach
purple leaking out my gut
f-ck your b-tch i don’t give a f-ck
we get stoned till we throw up
i’m living life like the jefferson’s
bible scriptures on my chest and sh-t
my pockets swole nutty professor it
if it came ‘cross my table, we dealt with it
i need me at least 2 like i’m stepping it
i’m so bool that these b-tches are acceptin’ it
i got b-tches that been known the bando
i’ll show n-gg-s that’s with it no blindfold
we the monsters, we slime, we not kind folk
we so cool with the dope, we want molto
i know reds i know blues but no popo
i want ice in my teeth but no coco
when i f-ck her i perform the yoko
i pull up with gang members not solo

ysl hercules, hercules
i hide my dope and my c-ke in trees
stickin’ your b-tch like a porcupine
i rock that white while she snort a g
finger lickin’ n-gg-, quarter key
your money small i call it shortages
she up and down on it repeatedly
i f-ck her hard, don’t accept apologies
baby gurgle, color purple
d-ck need nursing, gotta burp her
40 pistols, n-gg-s lurkin’
top shotta, kill my n-gg-
never heard of, get to murkin’
closed curtains, no outbursting
we real killers not no crowd bursters
psyche, b-tch i’m shootin’ every person
catalyst, catch the wrist
rabbit sh-t, f-ck your mix
i’m the sh-t, she the sh-t
40, 000 she’s a birkin b-tch
looking, smelling, talking, walking bricks
acapella still i walk the sh-t
moonrock come from cali, coughing, sh-t
r.i.p to paul walker, sh-t

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