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rack city - aasim lyrics

[intro: tyga, aasim & automated voices]
boss
aasim
rack rack city, b*tch (social club)
rack rack rack city, b*tch (dj far) (ugh)
rack, rack rack rack city, b*tch (yeah)
mustard on the beat

[verse 1: tyga & aasim]
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
ten, ten, ten, twenty on yo titties, b*tch
100 deep vip, no guest list (uh)
t*raw, you don’t know who you f*ckin with

[verse 2: aasim]
be careful on my hands, they slidin’ your panties off
careful—careful on my hands, they slidin’ your panties off
careful—careful on my hands, they slidin’ your panties off
be careful on my d*ck, he got his own train of thought
baby, i’m just a freak and i’m ready at all costs
come up to your job and f*ck you in front of your boss
my tongue is a world champ, it never took a loss
so if you ready to win, i’m ready—dy—to—to—get—get you off

[rewind]
[interlude: female voice & male voice]
remix! (uh, yeah)

[verse 2: aasim]
careful on my hands, they slidin’ your panties off
be careful on my d*ck, he got his own train of thought
baby, i’m just a freak and i’m ready at all costs
come up to your job and f*ck you in front of your boss
my tongue is a world champ, it never took a loss
so if you ready to win, i’m ready to get you off
ooh, that boy kinda nasty
so anything obscene you should never put it past me
rack city, b*tch, c*ck back a pretty b*tch
make you suck me off then bust all over your titties, b*tch
i ain’t go time to kick it with a giddy b*tch
leave your happy ass stuck and left rack city, b*tch
two bullet wounds, one box cutter scar
you ain’t see me ’cause i pulled up in my brother’s car
last week, i was in my baby mother car
make your booty pop while i’m f*ckin’ with your cookie jar

[verse 3: tyga]
i’m a m*th*f*ckin’ star (star)
look at the paint on the car (car)
too much rim make the ride too hard
tell that b*tch hop out, walk the boulevard
i need my money pr*nto
get it in the morning like alonzo
rondo, green got cheese like a nacho
if you don’t got no ass, b*tch, wear a poncho
head honcho got my seat back
n*gga staring at me, don’t get bapped
got my shirt off, the club too packed
it’s too turnt going up like gas
godd*mn, pulled out my rags
mike, mike jackson, n*gga yeah i’m bad
rat*tat*tat*tat, tatted up on my back
all the hoes love me, you know what it is
[chorus: tyga]
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, b*tch
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, b*tch

[outro: tyga & automated voice]
throwin’ hun’eds, hun’eds
hun’eds, hun’eds
throwin’ hundreds, hun’eds
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
hun’eds, hun’eds
throwin’ hun’eds, hun’eds
hun’eds, hun’eds
rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
dj far

- aasim lyrics

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