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racks(remix) - gce/shaolin clan lyrics

[verse 1: nerr dogg]
racked up and racked out, time to straight cash out.
my cash count is more than you motherf-ckers can count.
yeah, burr. iceberg season for you motherf-ckers.
now it’s time to go polar bear huntin’ with this.
wild boys, white noise. yeah, i straight k!lled them
with yung jza, booty clap. b-tches straight know where i’m at.
oakdale trap is what i’m straight claiming.
bangin’ gce/shaolin clan ’til the f-ckin’ day i die. (racks)

[verse 2: sk]
based sammy sosa, i’m the purple smoker.
hoes on my d-ck cause i look like chewbacca.
yung huss lord and i look like white flocka.
thirsty -ss b-tches shake that -ss like it’s nothin’.
yeah, k!llers in the trap. reppin’ that 4th reich yeah
i don’t like kikes n-gga, what?
used to sniff yay every day.
i look like kekashi white b-tches want me every day n-gga

[verse 3: 6-fo’]
so much -ss, i swear i be drownin’.
call me jackhammer cause you know i’m f-cking poundin’.
we soundin’, shaolin n-ggas loud as h-ll.
still poppin’ orange soda like we kenan and kel.
i roll up in this club and b-tches straight turn they heads.
n-ggas try to step and i fill they -ss with led
so ignorant, can’t find africa on a globe
don’t need education when you’re covered in hoes n-gga

[verse 4: jza]
purple in my swisher leave the motherf-cker trippy. shaolin in this b-tch and the whole team with me
all the bad b-tches in the place want with me and i’m doing f-cking c0ke like the first name whitney
call me charlie sheen motherf-cker, i’m winnin’. got the triple 6 swag so the crew keep sinnin’
and i’m downing o.e., reppin’ gce. bad b-tches f-cking flock cause they want the d
young n-gga ballin’ out got the stacks on deck, got the racks on racks and i’m cashin’ out checks
hit ’em up like pac. still young like joc. got lean in my cup b-tch, that’s how we rock
every motherf-cker know we be doing it big and i be up in the crib, you know how i live
ball out like yao, look at me now. shaolin clan crew rules this sh-t like mao.

[verse 5: ryan duke, the desu lord]
young ryan duke and i’m reppin’ blood money.
get so much p-ssy that it ain’t even funny.
thirsty -ss b-tches on my d-ck like it’s nothing.
hoes on my d-ck cause i look like gucci mane.
the club go insane, i’m young ryan duke.
based and astounding, you know how i do.
hoes on my d-ck, i look like h.p. lovecraft.
like a martian swag, b-tches hop in my lovecraft.

[verse 6: lil’ trix]
hoes on my d-ck, intergalactic like a martian.
hop up in my ship we can go f-ck on mars b-tch.
i’ll shoot you with my lazer and i’ll make you h-lla hard.
we can finish on a meteor and shoot up on a star.
snort some lines up with my main b-tch, e.t
so many drugs in my brain, we h-lla hyphy.
i need to get back, my heads up in the clouds
i’ll pull out a glock and i’ll leave you with a pow!

[verse 7: droe]
b-tch we blunt blowin’. ballin’ out in oakland.
b-tch suck my d-ck cause i look like hulk hogan.
that kush i be smokin’. shawty i ain’t jokin’.
f-ck a bad b-tch and leave that motherf-cker broken
sippin’ on that codeine. reppin’ brand new oakleys.
that b-tch h-lla wet and i think i need my floaties.
when i’m tokin’ it’s obvi. i’m fly like i’m navi.
gonna steal your b-tch and i f-ck her in the lobby

[verse 8: f.u.b.a.r. fro]
busy like bees, we sippin’ on that honey. fat hoes shakin’ that -ss count my money
not david grace, i’ll f-ck your face. grab a b-tch by her motherf-cking waist
eat a d-ck, f-ck your sh-t. shaolin clan we the motherf-cking clique
30 thousand hoes all up on my d-ck. f-ck your sh-t. (woo! woo!)
yeah, who it is? f.u.b.a.r. f.u.b.a.r. fro
f.u.b.a.r. f.u.b.a.r. fro. f-ck a b-tch on the floor
thick n-gga, smoke that purple like urkel
only f-ck a b-tch if she looks like a turtle

[verse 9: b-stank]
n-gga hold your breath because you know that i’m swaggin’
b-tches on my deck cause i’ve got blue eyes white dragon
all the girls know that my big d-ck be draggin’.
f-ck all the hoes in the club cause i’m swaggin’
big t-ttied b-tches be bouncin’, i’m ballin’
grinding on my c-ck, cause they know that i’m haulin’
money on the daily. smoke some weed now i’m ballin’
f-cking this fine sl-t while checking my swiss bank account out in holland

[verse 10: gh0zt]
i got them racks on top of them racks on top of them racks
like i was the president of iraq, i’m just a kid who happens to be black.
i’m putting that oakdale on the map, giving these crackers a black perspective
cause their mentality’s a little bit defective. young gh0zt b-tch.
i may sound like i’m directed, but a lot of people put in their place
that’s why i always say f-ck david grace. tell that b-tch n-gga, get out my face
cause he ain’t a real man that’s right he can’t f-ck with gce/shaolin clan
f-ck team hype their sh-t is ripe, and ours is raw, it should be against the law

[verse 11: schrae dogg]
sittin’ in the trap yeah, you know it gets to poppin’.
when your b-tch is on my d-ck, you know she gets to hoppin’.
shaolin clan, don’t care. straight take your f-cking b-tch
so dirty, get her back and you catch a f-cking itch b-tch
we do it big. never ever ever small
and i got a bad b-tch cause my d-ck be too tall
only f-ck the tightest b-tch, never throw it down the hall.
b-tch, call me riff raff cause you know i f-cking ball

[verse 12: yung dalli]
b-tches on my d-ck cause that sh-t is thick.
got a fat white b-tch and she hop on my d-ck. (get me!)
here i f-cking go. on this f-cking track.
gce/shaolin clan, that’s what i tag.
got a fat white b-tch and i hit it from the back.
grill in my mouth got a big -ss f-cking house
sitting on acres, i don’t know even care
blowing so much weed, kush smoke floating through the air. (ayurr!)

[verse 13: br-80]
b-tch, it’s br-80 and i drop it like it’s hot
in the f-cking trap smoking h-lla pot.
rap game justin bieber and i’m huss gang reppin’.
gce/shaolin clan, none you other n-ggas steppin’.
b-tch i’m so icy and i look like ungracefull.
h-lla b-tches flockin’ and they all wanting -n-l.
b-tch i’m riding dirty. b-tch i’m h-lla purty
br-80 k!lled this track. got h-lla f-cking racks.

[verse 14: yung byson]
i got a d-ck like a hose, model status watch me pose.
christopher columbus, got that never world flow.
b-tch, i make cheese in case you crackers didn’t know.
owl gang, shaolin clan. we getting h-lla o’s.
teriyaki ferrari, flow spicy like some taki’s.
f-ck a few yellow b-tches and i’m drunk as f-ck off saki.
i’m rich and i’m c-cky. yung byson on the track.
throwing money on her t-ts, that’s racks on racks.

[verse 15: camrun]
i’m racked up and i’m racked out. black watch and i’m blacked out.
f-ck a b-tch, she p-ss out. my money stack cause i’m stacked out.
i’m rolling fatties like cheech and chong. grab a beer, let’s play pong.
i’m making bread like a bakery. f-ck a b-tch and i’m making cheese.
rolled up, smoking trees. me and sk made fat white b-tch.
we the realest n-ggas, shaolin clan. white out like an avalanche
my ride’s up on 38’s. black n-gga, bathing apes.
i’m making money just like a jew. f-ck you n-gga, this shaolin crew

[verse 16: hung daddy]
flexin’ 30 mil. driving a stolen lexus
got a million dollar necklace and i’m riding through in texas.
i’ll leave your b-tch breathless. lean got me stressless.
c0ke in my blunt b-tch, hung daddy’s feeling reckless.
and i got your b-tch undressing. and i’m in the trap with sk.
tote a versace ak. like, 10 going crazy
shooting throught n-ggas like x-rays. balling hard every day
hung daddy in the game, snorting cocaine. f-cking b-tches all d-mn day

[verse 17: yung dunc]
grated cheese on macaronies. i am forever alonies.
got a pantry full of poptarts and a trap that’s full of homies.
hml and kms, hand me a kitty to caress.
i am the white girl 2pac. roll like uffie, pop the glock
yung dunc on the microphone, not getting caught with the whack calzone
in cali my name is known, if you step to me then you will get owned.
this is yung dunc and jza and i’m here with the shaolin crew
throwing up double c’s. yeah, you know how i do!

- gceshaolin clan lyrics

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