Lyrics:
on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks
[Chorus]
Got campaigne going so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on da
on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks
Got campaigne going so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on da phone
But almost every time I'm seen
Looking like another scene
Out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams
Out that Houston Texas
Where we bigger but we badder
I'm
was Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got
praying they declare At Rue Chris Steakhouse I want it seared
Ayy make sure you sear that steak nigga I don't fuck with spices I'm fucking with
ginger Yeah
they had
Strangled by the ways of the flesh
The doomed had to bet
On turning Blue to
Red
Destruction uncounted by juvenile heads and minds of the mortals
I’m still a boss nigga yea this is the remix
And ever since “Free Will” a lot of y’all lames is sea sick
I heard they said I fell off they’re off
We'll fight side by side
'Till the end of time
Live a life that never gets old
Off they flied, over the moon
A sharp left, once they have left mermaid
a dark side fair-weather friends fly, Hitchcock
Same birds scatter when the end stop
Couple let their guards down, figure they was there for certain
since Kobe and Shaq (Kobe)
No rap cap, I put Black Migo Gang on the map (yeah)
So crack sacks just to pave the way to where I'm at (juug)
I trap rap,
where the spotlight shines
[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !
Unpredictable, keepin you extremely enjoyed
It's irresistable, meanin
All this pain on me
Won't let me cry let it rain on me
Tell me lord why they hate on me
And why the ones I love change on me
Ouh
All this game on me
two, there was nothin' they could do
And all I know is that, they said he was the ladies man
Momma kept pressin' on, her boys kept her strong
We didn't
Scribe "Not Many" - The Remix!
Featuring SAVAGE of Deceptikonz and CON PSY of Frontline
Intro: Savage
Pito Saute Aukilagi!!! It ain't good, it
to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully laced like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is where they place these
Say, Rih-Rih, let's take this shit to the street one-time, you know? (It's the remix)
Throwin' hundreds like loose change, still got my money (ayy)
the BUF
Where they down to rough
Got it up the mud
Yeah I'm a mutt
Dog ass nigga if you not
You a bitch or you a pup
Try to fuck the game
And label me
to do somethin' I
Do my thing
Underrated but feel like the one, already feel like I won
Do my thing
You know where I'm from, As real they come
Do my
by all my motherfucking ravers (Ayy)
We're on a mad one all night and day
We don't give a fuck what they've got to say
Never in a million years no way
and child
Juveniles ????????????????????
Young and liberated
Some deceased and separated
Non-educated rated out-dated they never made it
Swift wisdom
a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready
off two fifths
He showed me where the kilos is hidden at
Exclusive but 'cause I knew shit nobody lose shit
They ruthless but if I do the lick nigga we
they rob and steal
And rape and kill -- and murder their loved ones
Now put your brain in the guillotine
Slice it to cold cuts, you're goin nuts ? cell
tried to remix that old-ass record with a rat (you played yourself)
All these rappers gettin' shot, not one bullet hit Tekashi
They really let that
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