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rack glow - trippy hippy lyrics

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this that, this that lsk drill sh*t
ey ey ey!

new sh*t

up in the sky going stupid, eyy

two chicks, they get along cause i’m too lit, eyy eyy eyy

hustle heavy so the bands show

said they love the way my cash flow

so they ready for the bando

i’m dripping heavy that’s that rack glow

fitted, kitted, k!ll it, for sho’

get it, hit it, quit it, go!

stacks show, cats know

skin tone, rack glow!

fiddy fiddy with the banks n*gga

all about these racks n*gga

all you do is just tax n*ggas

you broke ass no cash n*ggas

smoke grass low class n*ggas

drop outs no class n*ggas

your hoes gagg no strap n*gga

she bust it open no cap n*gga

i’m back what you saying n*gga gang gang

get back, bow down n*gga maintain

kick back take shots n*gga bang bang

man down when the phone go ring ring

your chick at the crib trynna gang bang

wanna suck seed and get d*mn son

ma nsampato pocket mbwe

talk it and walk it away

ain’t new to the kwacha or ngwerere

like zegede zegede ze

all of my nigass are dead

while all her n*gggas in debt

and all my b*tches in bed

out for paper money cheese

am sicker than chilling with haiz

this is the reason they hate, ey!

i wanna moment to rave

i wanna comment with slave

i want a minute to kick it wit n*ggas who

spitting n k!lling 4 days

like get off my d*ck napapata boss

sinikudya beef ni paseni toast

am all about bread and making the most

and working your girl on my day off

new sh*t

up in the sky going stupid, eyy

two chicks, they get along cause i’m too lit, eyy eyy eyy

hustle heavy so the bands show

said they love the way my cash flow

so they ready for the bando

i’m dripping heavy that’s that rack glow

fitted, kitted, k!ll it, for sho’

get it, hit it, quit it, go!

stacks show, cats know

skin tone, rack glow!

man never lacking the cash

i’m stacking a rack back to back

your pockets on samurai jack, (why?)

your cash is back in the past

i balmain like my jeans

i’m michael with the billie jean, (how?)

your girlie fiending for the d, (hee*hee)

but her son is not my kid! (ey!)

shawty a baddie, and she got a fattie

she crazy & sassy, she feeling me madly

but i am married, my girlie gon’ nab me

so you cannot have me, and you better not @ me, (better not @ me lil trick!)

found a way to make the stack grow

ginding daily, that’s a fact bro

got the ultimate light skin tone

and that’s word to the rack glow

the money got me feeling laka

i’ma throw a party at the casa

pull up on you heavy looking dapper

cause i gotta go hustle right after

new sh*t

up in the sky going stupid, eyy

two chicks, they get along cause i’m too lit, eyy eyy eyy

hustle heavy so the bands show

said they love the way my cash flow

so they ready for the bando

i’m dripping heavy that’s that rack glow

fitted, kitted, k!ll it, for sho’

get it, hit it, quit it, go!

stacks show, cats know

skin tone, rack glow!

- trippy hippy lyrics

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