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racks (remix) - wiz khalifa lyrics

[hook]
got campaign going so strong
getting brain while i’m talking on the phone
spend money when ya moneys this long
real street n-ggas ain’t no clone
we at the top where we belong
drank lean rose patron
smoking on thousand dollar worth of strong
when the club bout to hear this song?

got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
n-gga ain’t even tryna hold back

got a car lot my garage
got a condo down near the stars
i’m geeked up off them bars
got a car ain’t even gotta park
no keys push b-tton start
she ain’t a dime i won’t get hard
got hoes that need a green card
say ima dog but i dont even bark
got em biting this swag like sharks
one hit i’ma knock it out the park
trap beat so godd-mn hard
got kush, got lean, got barre
got remix hard as scale
got bricks don’t need no scale
i’m plugged in with the mail
i’m part of the cartel
got rerock ain’t no cling
6 two hundred for a nin
then f-ck it all up on jeans
i’ma true religion fiend’
got bands in the pockets of my jeans
need a kickstand way i lean
promethazine fiend
stamped on sprite and lean

[hook]

(wiz khalifa)

racks on, racks off
see that blonde strip when my hats off
looking at my rollie, bout 30 grand what that cost
smoke like i’m in cali, f-ck, take a flight, i’ll blast off
n-ggas talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off
got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
just made a mill, count another mill so put that on top of that
way back in 2004 i told them it was a wrap
now my life ain’t my life no more i told you n-ggas its a wrap, eww
you claim you a dog, my n-gga, i’m the vet
we can’t even talk unless you cut the check
i guess thats why all these n-ggas get mad
they say f-ck a young n-gga, f-ck a young n-gga
i know theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young n-gga, ya
i roll one and roll another one bigger, n-ggas thinking they sick well i’m sicker
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my liquor
better make sure you f-ck your girl right before i d-ck her…. down

[hook]

y’all know i keep them racks
i stay counting them stacks
ya girl won’t leave me ‘lone
one f-ck now she attached
flow hot don’t need no match
sell work don’t pay no tax
i’m turnt up to the max
don’t even know how to relax
i drank so much that lean
had to wake up on a bean
got racks all in my jeans
man busting out the seams
got kush all in my lungs
get high like cheech and chong
800 a zone i ain’t blowin unless it strong
catch h-ll on my iphone
catch mine and then i’m gone
the girl won’t leave
i can not take her home
i’m gone on them bars
b-tch i’m not a star
i’m driving foreign cars
strapped up no bodyguards

- wiz khalifa lyrics

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