Tyga "Rack City" paroles

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Rack City

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Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitchTen ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch100 deep V.I.P. no guest listT-Raw you don't know who you fucking with?Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitchFucking all night nigga we ain't celibateMake it sound too dope I ain't selling itBar fresher than a motherfucking peppermintGold Letterman last kings killing shitYoung money young money yeah we getting richI Got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)Girl you know what it is

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

I'm a motherfucking star (star)Look at the paint on the car (car)Too much rim make the ride too hardTell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevardI need my money prontoGet it in the morning like AlonzoRondo, Green got cheese like a nachoIf you ain't got no ass bitch wear a ponchoHead hancho got my seat backNigga staring at me don't get bappedGot my shirt off the club too packedIt's too turned going up like gasGod damn pulled out my racksMike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm badRat T-T-T-Tatted up on my backAll the hoes love me you know what it is

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

Throwing hunnids, hunnidsHunnids, hunnidsThrowing hunnids, hunnidsRack city bitch, rack, rack city bitchHunnids, hunnidsThrowing hunnids, hunnidsHunnids, hunnidsRack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

(Rack, rack, rack, rack, rack...)

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