Racks

I think it's
Pull up oo oo oo
Aye
Dele Da poet Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye Aye Aye Hmm

Baby please don't ask me what I need
When I need racks
She say that it's love and treat me wrong
I think it's crack
Tell me why you gotta tell a lie
I think it's whack
I won't put my ego to da side
Cuz where we at
I see all these niggas switching sides
And that shit sad
If you see a bitch right on my side
You know she bad
I been moving right
If I go left then I might crash
You do what you want
But just don't judge me for my past

For my past dawg
Last bitch she got left up inna past dawg
You cannot get right you getting left dawg
Yea like who you wanna be
Let's go shopping diamond rings
I got gold on all my teeth
Bitches call me shabba links
Cause I got shabba rights
Look yo bitch up inna eyes
Fuck me like it was my prize
Ima search you you my guide
Ima find you you can't hide
Lost my brother inna sky
Don't trust niggas bitches lie
Bitches know that I'm that guy
If a nigga play man you know dat he gone fly
If a nigga play man you know dat he gone die
I stay with the bad bitches man I keep one on my side
Might be talkin bout my nine

Baby please don't ask me what I need
When I need racks
She say that it's love and treat me wrong
I think it's crack
Tell me why you gotta tell a lie
I think it's whack
I won't put my ego to da side
Cuz where we at
I see all these niggas switching sides
And that shit sad
If you see a bitch right on my side
You know she bad
I been moving right
If I go left then I might crash
You do what you want
But just don't judge me for my past



Credits
Writer(s): Dele Adejuyigbe
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