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trippy hippy - rack glow lyrics
this that, this that lsk drill sh_t
ey ey ey!
new sh_t
up in the sky going stupid, eyy
two chicks, they get along cause i’m too lit, eyy eyy eyy
hustle heavy so the bands show
said they love the way my cash flow
so they ready for the bando
i’m dripping heavy that’s that rack glow
fitted, kitted, k!ll it, for sho’
get it, hit it, quit it, go!
stacks show, cats know
skin tone, rack glow!
fiddy fiddy with the banks n_gga
all about these racks n_gga
all you do is just tax n_ggas
you broke ass no cash n_ggas
smoke grass low class n_ggas
drop outs no class n_ggas
your hoes gagg no strap n_gga
she bust it open no cap n_gga
i’m back what you saying n_gga gang gang
get back, bow down n_gga maintain
kick back take shots n_gga bang bang
man down when the phone go ring ring
your chick at the crib trynna gang bang
wanna suck seed and get d_mn son
ma nsampato pocket mbwe
talk it and walk it away
ain’t new to the kwacha or ngwerere
like zegede zegede ze
all of my nigass are dead
while all her n_gggas in debt
and all my b_tches in bed
out for paper money cheese
am sicker than chilling with haiz
this is the reason they hate, ey!
i wanna moment to rave
i wanna comment with slave
i want a minute to kick it wit n_ggas who
spitting n k!lling 4 days
like get off my d_ck napapata boss
sinikudya beef ni paseni toast
am all about bread and making the most
and working your girl on my day off
new sh_t
up in the sky going stupid, eyy
two chicks, they get along cause i’m too lit, eyy eyy eyy
hustle heavy so the bands show
said they love the way my cash flow
so they ready for the bando
i’m dripping heavy that’s that rack glow
fitted, kitted, k!ll it, for sho’
get it, hit it, quit it, go!
stacks show, cats know
skin tone, rack glow!
man never lacking the cash
i’m stacking a rack back to back
your pockets on samurai jack, (why?)
your cash is back in the past
i balmain like my jeans
i’m michael with the billie jean, (how?)
your girlie fiending for the d, (hee_hee)
but her son is not my kid! (ey!)
shawty a baddie, and she got a fattie
she crazy & sassy, she feeling me madly
but i am married, my girlie gon’ nab me
so you cannot have me, and you better not @ me, (better not @ me lil trick!)
found a way to make the stack grow
ginding daily, that’s a fact bro
got the ultimate light skin tone
and that’s word to the rack glow
the money got me feeling laka
i’ma throw a party at the casa
pull up on you heavy looking dapper
cause i gotta go hustle right after
new sh_t
up in the sky going stupid, eyy
two chicks, they get along cause i’m too lit, eyy eyy eyy
hustle heavy so the bands show
said they love the way my cash flow
so they ready for the bando
i’m dripping heavy that’s that rack glow
fitted, kitted, k!ll it, for sho’
get it, hit it, quit it, go!
stacks show, cats know
skin tone, rack glow!
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