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rack for rack - calicoe lyrics

(tk, this another one)

[verse one: big mazie]
hm, ain’t n0body pay my bond, i took care of me
y’all still sharing hoes, my hoes sharing me
my ice for your life, that sound fair to me
never leave the crib without bl!ck or bond money
baby too loose with that coohcie, i put my dog on it
naw, i ain’t leave it at the crib, i got it all on me
i don’t know how it feel to be balled on
hm, i broke the scale, she broke the kn*b
y’all broke for real, y’all need a job
shout out steven jobs, really thought i was laying up
he ain’t see the lob, hm, spin the block
yeah, 360; i ain’t run off on my plug
i can’t lie like i ain’t thought about it
my crib was a rental last night, i made a office out it
they tried to count me out, i’m still thumbing through it
i got a real hitman, f*ck music
[chorus: big mazie (calicoe)]
i just want the money, she just want the back
let’s go rack for rack, let’s go rack for rack
plug showing love, send it back to back
benzes back to back, beemers back to back
i just want the money, she just want the back (yeah)
let’s go rack for rack, (yeah) let’s go rack for rack
plug showing love, send it back to back (mazie, what up, baby)
benzes back to back, beemers back to back

[verse two: calicoe (big mazie)]
back to back in a shootout, bring the new hoes to the my house
bring the old hoes to the old house, the ones we know ’bout
the house we break the bows down, can’t get exposed now
that package take a toll but now the bankroll don’t fold down
we open at 8am until they gone, b*tch, we don’t close down
pimps up, hoes down, skate on her like roll bounce
get tough, pole out, that hate won’t get you no clout
keep change for the toll now, remember getting fl!cked on the wrong route
(ay, this ain’t happen overnight
they be getting it confused cuz the bows come overnight
when you seen me on the news was you scared for life?
they gon’ love me when i die
better yet, they gon’ hate me cuz i’m in the sky, yeah)
ay, you don’t know how it felt, they told my n*ggas died
sh*t, i don’t know how i felt, i just knew they was lying
any n*gga hating, you can suck a d*ck and die
she in here going crazy, we ain’t know your b*tch was bi’
i don’t know who made me, really got a different mind
the way i got this l!ck designed, i d*mn forget it was a crime
n*gga on your team go behind yo’ back, three man weave, swear i seen it coming
make you feel like god ain’t good all the time
n*gga, yo’ sh*t gone, why the f*ck you keep on calling ’round?
n*gga, that b*tch grown, she don’t need no chaperone
make sure your pockets match yo’ tone but i ain’t even taxing, though
used to wrap os, you know me from rapping, though
[chorus: big mazie]
ay, i just want the money, she just want the back
let’s go rack for rack, let’s go rack for rack
plug showing love, send it back to back
benzes back to back, beemers back to back
i just want the money, she just want the back
let’s go rack for rack, let’s go rack for rack
plug showing love, send it back to back
benzes back to back, beemers back to back

- calicoe lyrics

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