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racks out - pg ra lyrics

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[intro]
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[verse 1]
my n*gga jetson made the beat, i’m finna bless the streets
let’s keep it real, i feel like none of these n*ggas get fresh as me
i know they tryna steal that sauce, they want that recipe
you really love the way we live, you ain’t gotta flex to me
they be like, “how they do that sh*t?” ’cause we [?]
these big boys out right here, you ain’t getting high like me
i’m putting on for wherе i’m from, why y’all n*ggas ain’t proud of me?
when i was down bad in them slums, y’all n*ggas was doubting mе
how it feel to watch a young n*gga flexing now
dog collar on my neck, vs my necklace now
ain’t care ’bout who i was before, i bet they checking now
and none of these n*ggas don’t want no smoke, they know they checking out

[chorus]
bring them racks out, n*gga, where your bag at?
i got big smoke, p*ssy, we can match that
know i got it on me, you ain’t gotta ask that
think i f*ck with tony, i ran up the whole sack
bring them racks out, n*gga, where your bag at?
i got big smoke, p*ssy, we can match that
know i got it on me, you ain’t gotta ask that
think i f*ck with tony, i ran up the whole sack
[verse 2]
put cartiers up on my face today, i’m feeling saucy
i don’t entertain no groupies but i know they talking
got bad b*tches wanna do me ’cause my diamonds walking
i let her hop up in that coupe, she d*mn near thought she lost it
i don’t f*ck with leech ass n*ggas, all my partners bosses
you better get your gnat, i heard your snat was talking
these hoes just like these racks, i just can’t keep ’em off me
i might just wake up and get mad and paper tag them all
too much gas, done crashed the car
i hit the gas, i’m mashing off
let lil’ bro drive this b*tch, this sh*t too fast to park
i’m sliding with my stick shift, they got threats and all
but they can’t get behind this whip ’cause they gon’ have to haul

[chorus]
bring them racks out, n*gga, where your bag at?
i got big smoke, p*ssy, we can match that
know i got it on me, you ain’t gotta ask that
think i f*ck with tony, i ran up the whole sack
bring them racks out, n*gga, where your bag at?
i got big smoke, p*ssy, we can match that
know i got it on me, you ain’t gotta ask that
think i f*ck with tony, i ran up the whole sack

[outro]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

- pg ra lyrics

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