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gucci mane & baby racks - look ma i did it كلمات الأغنية

[intro: baby racks & gucci mane]
hold on, hold on, alright
1017
baby racks, baby racks
baby racks
racks
long money wop
i’m loaded, baby racks
loaded
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go
i heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it
it’s gucci
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it (yeah)
go
[chorus: baby racks]
i heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
i made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (yeah)
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it (mama)
my reefer be louder than three_fifty engines (skrrt)
these n_ggas had counted me out (nah)
now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha)
i don’t know what that’s ’bout
i keep them bands in a drought (bands)
they comin’ in, comin’ out (yeah)

[verse 1: baby racks]
b_tch, i look like i’m a dollar sign
you don’t see that, then you colorblind
i get the monеy ahead of time
thesе n_ggas green like a dandelion
play with my money, get penalized
these n_ggas poppin’ on facebook live
we used to go in on three_fives
i can go sn_tch my own p now
your b_tch get sn_tched like a rebound
don’t got no time for no handouts
i’m the one you shouldn’t play ’round
i been a boss, this ain’t overnight
high as a delta flight
hundreds be older than betty white
diamonds be shinin’ like city lights
playin’ with sticks like it’s fisher_price
this sh_t get scary like poltergeist
baby racks, yeah, that’s my copyright
pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight
say he want smoke, then it’s on sight
we just gon’ pop up with no invite
yeah, boy, you real funny like peter
got stripes like adidas
these n_ggas be singin’ like keisha
i need me a b_tch just like gina
i’m selfish as f_ck, i keep buyin’ two_seaters
i’ma just f_ck on her, you can still keep her
i’m sellin’ dope like it’s legal
might just go get a white beamer
havin’ more spots than a cheetah
drop a deuce, that’s that regeta (yeah)
[chorus: baby racks & gucci mane]
i heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
i made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it
my reefer be louder than three_fifty engines (skrrt)
these n_ggas had counted me out
now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (yeah)
i don’t know what that’s ’bout (nah)
i keep them bands in a drought
they comin’ in, comin’ out (huh?)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i’m so rich, can’t call me trick if i pay her
i used to trap out a room in decatur (skrrt)
all in las vegas, wave hi to the haters (hi)
my outfits is tailored, big tippin’ the waiter (wow)
i’m comin’ trim like it come with the trimmin’
all on the yacht with no shoes, rockin’ linen (yeah)
industry n_ggas be actin’ like b_tches
too feminine, i’d rather collab with women
when i got on, i put folks in position
i had a vision, started in the kitchen
my hustle relentless, the purest intentions
woke up in sim’ valley with no picket fences (d_mn)
i cannot stop ’til i run up a billion
i’m tryna stack these m’s up to the ceilin’ (d_mn)
i’m at the top, but i come from the trenches
bet mama look down, be like, “gucci, you did it” (mama)
[chorus: baby racks]
i heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
i made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it
my reefer be louder than three_fifty engines (skrrt)
these n_ggas had counted me out
now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout
i don’t know what that’s ’bout (nah)
i keep them bands in a drought
they comin’ in, comin’ out (bands)

[verse 3: baby racks]
my last b_tch showed me that these hoes wasn’t nothin’
so i’ma just marry the money
me and ben franklin got something in common
i might propose with a bag full of hundreds
say he got p’s, well, i need me a dozen
i might just go put ’em all in the oven
watch how them racks come back, lookin’ so lovely
money the only topic in discussions
you know all my b_tches exquisite
i’m tryna go get it
might just take your b_tch to spondivits
my pockets be looking like spinach
all of my cars, they be tinted
so you cannot see who in it
they tryna f_ck up my image
b_tch, i’m pablo in the city
i might just come with a fifty
i cannot stop ’til i push up in bentleys, bentleys, bentleys

[chorus: baby racks]
i heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
i made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (yeah)
they said i couldn’t do it, but look, ma, i did it (mama)
my reefer be louder than three_fifty engines (skrrt)
these n_ggas had counted me out (nah)
now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha)
i don’t know what that’s ’bout
i keep them bands in a drought (bands)
they comin’ in, comin’ out (yeah)

[outro]
(b_tch)

- gucci mane baby racks

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