Ramblin
Rack rack city bitch Mugga on the beat
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking wit?
Got my other bitch fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandmom off my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
I'mma motherfucking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride to hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass bitch wear poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club to packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my rags
Mike Mike Jackson nigga I'm back
T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack rack city bitch rack rack city bitch.
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids.
Rack rack city bitch rack rack city bitch.
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking wit?
Got my other bitch fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandmom off my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
I'mma motherfucking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride to hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass bitch wear poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club to packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my rags
Mike Mike Jackson nigga I'm back
T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack rack city bitch rack rack city bitch.
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids.
Rack rack city bitch rack rack city bitch.
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