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rare - tracehoe lyrics

(hook)
yea, in the back of the lyft, i got them racks to my ear
she f*ckin’ with me, she f*ckin’ with somebody rare
i got lil bro mad, cause his b*tch know what i wear
if 12 get behind me, no i don’t look in the rear
in the back of the lyft, i got them racks to my ear
she f*ckin’ with me, she f*ckin’ with somebody rare
i got lil bro mad, cause his b*tch know what i wear
if 12 get behind me, no i don’t look in the rear

(verse)
i hate to break it you want me to care but i won’t
had to change up my number this b*tch wouldn’t leave me alone
you can call me a dog cause i chase the bands like a bone
and the prada and number nine denim is what i got on
you worried bout a b*tch, i’m worried about money, 100 ways we not the same
they be like f*ck tracehoe no he not cool he not gang
i could give a f*ck bout whoever talk cause he lame
can’t put no p*ssy the only thing you could put is this money in my name
i’m smoking on blue cookie while you roll up that gg
man she high as f*ck, she high as f*ck off that zz
if they don’t like me then they don’t like themself, cause i know that they tryna be me
you feel a way, you feel a way when you see me
you drive like a b*tch, put me in that car it go faster
she sucking me up, i don’t even got to ask her
i walk out the bank, i walk out the bank full of laughter
just walked in the party this b*tch tryna f*ck with me after

- tracehoe lyrics

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