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racks on me - favour abel lyrics

woahhh, woahh
pull up got the keys to my city
reppin’ houston like my name is whitney
yea this lifestyle i live, yea it’s pretty
yes these n*ggas they wish they could be me
only you place you see me is the tv
got a rhinestone belt yea it’s bb
i’m make plays like i play in the big league
i count cash, i do it on repeat
racks on me, racks, racks
ysl jeans, n*ggas be talking, but don’t speak facts, they just talk out they ass
italian leather that’s my bag, yea i fell in love with the cash
i count the racks like cheese, i’m hot like 300 degrees
stay fly like a bumblebee, i live life with new memories
anything i want, i just dream
get the green, call it celery
i’m a young rebel, with a new regime
my money long, like a limousine
i feel like the dream, like my name hakeem

i’m talkin sh*t like i was a reverend
i’m not new to this yea i been a veteran
got the sour d i just treat it like medicine
i believe in myself like the new testament
too much cash in my socks
why these n*ggas all on my crotch
like a watchtower i’ll never fall
i do magic, like john wall
when it’s my turn, imma just ball
h*town hero, like paul wall
don’t got no fear, imma stand tall
in my life imma have it all
racks on me, racks, racks
ysl jeans, n*ggas be talking, but don’t speak facts, they just talk out they ass
italian leather that’s my bag, yea i fell in love with the cash
i count the racks like cheese, i’m hot like 300 degrees
stay fly like a bumblebee, i live life with new memories
anything i want, i just dream
get the green, call it celery
i’m a young rebel, with a new regime
my money long, like a limousine
i feel like the dream, like my name hakeem

i walk with the mo’f*ckin’ racks
i walk with the mo’f*ckin’ packs
we sell and smoke out the pack
me and my n*ggas will roll up your team, ya
i made six figs off some fiends, ya
n*gga be hating’, cause i’m doing me
every walk on the sidewalk, i disconnect from my thoughts
i disconnect from reality, black air force mentality
n*ggas down bad, and it’s sad to see
a n*gga true colors always come out, when there’s always a tragedy

racks on me, racks, racks
ysl jeans, n*ggas be talking, but don’t speak facts, they just talk out they ass
italian leather that’s my bag, yea i fell in love with the cash
i count the racks like cheese, i’m hot like 300 degrees
stay fly like a bumblebee, i live life with new memories
anything i want, i just dream
get the green, call it celery
i’m a young rebel, with a new regime
my money long, like a limousine
i feel like the dream, like my name hakeem
hakeem
yeaa

- favour abel lyrics

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