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ak 5ifty4our – racks on the table! كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: ak 5ifty4our]
racks in my bag, yeah, racks on the table
we pullin’ up, yeah, this ain’t a game, this is not fable
i had to pull up with the glock, now i’m stable
we gettin’ big money, yeah, yementertainment the label
hoppin’ on that motherf_ckin’ jet, then we fly
we slidin’ on your gang, yeah, f_ck your guys
hit ’em with the fire, send ’em to the f_ckin’ sky
i got your main b_tch on my motherf_ckin’ side

[verse 2: yxngxpablo]
racks got like twenty bands on the table
wock’, b_tch, you know i’m sippin on that maple
slumped, i only be smoking on exotic sh_t
i stay out the way, i ain’t with the toxic sh_t
robbеd a n_gga, told that p_ssy run his pockets, b_tch
used to have a g_shock, buss_down on my wrist
now i’m usеd to livin’ fast and i don’t wanna quit
and lil’ brodie in that ‘cat so ain’t no catchin’ him
i might blast me a n_gga, so pass me the trigger
glock 19 with a beam, you know i ain’t missin
got my d_ck all in her spleen, she turnin’ and twistin’
said she want a relationship told her, “stop trippin’,”
i don’t do the love sh_t no more with these ghetto b_tches
lately, i been in my zone, these n_ggas still b_tchin’
i don’t know what they be on, but they need to quit it
stop d_ck ridin’ y’all n_ggas is really some b_tches
[verse 3: ywd steph]
racks on the counter, i got racks on the table
love is so dysfunctional, i don’t wanna date you
i got the guap’, i got me them bands
bad lil’ b_tch wanna f_ck, we ain’t friends
talkin’ my sh_t, finna do my dance
fell in love, put her ass in a trance, all i love is benjamins
them benjamins, f_ck her and all her friends
talkin’, brodie’ll blam, revenge his soul like oh d_mn
in love with the bands, in love with the mullah
these n_ggas lil’ brodie might shoot ya
he said he wanna problem with me, bust his medulla
walkin’ on sh_t, feel like a martian
gang, gang, b_tch, i feel like i’m spartan
takin’ off, lil’ b_tch, i’m an artist
racks on the table, racks in the bank
lovin’ that b_tch, i just love her brain
i just love her brain, i just love her brain

[verse 4: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up with your b_tch back open
hittin’ that b_tch, high as f_ck, never sober
slidin’ on your whole gang, you thought it was over
that muhf_cker’ slimey as h_ll, think he some yogurt
pull up with that glock, yeah, that b_tch got a c_ck, yeah
pull up with all the shots, yeah, hit a b_tch with the dot, yeah
i keep all of my guns c_cked, yeah, don’t f_ck with me, you get shot, yeah
i put all of them in a box, yeah, they gonna catch all the shots, yeah

- ak 5ifty4our

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