Raxxx
Uh, she said she want it forever, I told her lil' baby don't get too attached
This shit ain't forever, I'm here and I'm gone, I'm here with them racks
You there in a thong, shot of Patron, shot of the Don'
Shout out my niggas, a floor full of ones, shout out lil' mama that get to the bag
we go and grind and we get to them racks
Yea we throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks up
Told her lil' baby don't get too attached, She in the mirror, she tryna be natural
Nah I told her this shit attach, She in my ear tryna feed me a sob story
Nah this shit here don't match, She in your ear tryna pull out a band from you
Yeah we need it in cash
Count it up twenties and fifties and hundreds
Yeah we put it all on the stash, she getting bands on a daily
But she know a nigga'll get to them racks, She said I love you, I had to remind her
Lil' mama don't get too attached, cut the bullshit and get to the facts
Yeah your BF, this shit ain't gon' last
She said she want it forever, I told her lil' baby don't get too attached
This shit ain't forever, I'm here and I'm gone, I'm here with them racks
You there in a thong, shot of Patron, shot of the Don'
Shout out my niggas, a floot full of ones, Shout out lil' mama that get to the bag
we go and grind and we get to them racks
Yea we throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks up
This shit ain't forever, I'm here and I'm gone, I'm here with them racks
You there in a thong, shot of Patron, shot of the Don'
Shout out my niggas, a floor full of ones, shout out lil' mama that get to the bag
we go and grind and we get to them racks
Yea we throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks up
Told her lil' baby don't get too attached, She in the mirror, she tryna be natural
Nah I told her this shit attach, She in my ear tryna feed me a sob story
Nah this shit here don't match, She in your ear tryna pull out a band from you
Yeah we need it in cash
Count it up twenties and fifties and hundreds
Yeah we put it all on the stash, she getting bands on a daily
But she know a nigga'll get to them racks, She said I love you, I had to remind her
Lil' mama don't get too attached, cut the bullshit and get to the facts
Yeah your BF, this shit ain't gon' last
She said she want it forever, I told her lil' baby don't get too attached
This shit ain't forever, I'm here and I'm gone, I'm here with them racks
You there in a thong, shot of Patron, shot of the Don'
Shout out my niggas, a floot full of ones, Shout out lil' mama that get to the bag
we go and grind and we get to them racks
Yea we throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks
We throwin' them racks up, yea we throwin' them racks, throwin' them racks up
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