HOW IT IS
Pooda Racks
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Energy why you do that, man Showstopper, trench shit, $3 white tee, rocker I'm just sayin', when you gon' let me f*ck, Ms. Parker You got a man, but when we f*ck, he better not bother Hit it once a few months ago, got her fiendin', she's a stalker Snap on any beat, certified shit, talker ain't move the gram in a minute But I'm still the shot caller, give her what she want Cause I'm a big dick baller, I be lyin If I said that I'm for, you can't get enough Pesky with my heart cause I done ran all out of trust You stupid as hell for thinkin' racks was bout to cuff you For sure I heard you get around and all my niggas bust two specs Doin' dicks out that's wat Bacardi and that blunt do Fatts my top performer, I say, dumb he shoot , don't ask who Hoes'll f*ck on anything, but when you rich, who they attached to Damn, let me get back to my rich rap life Spittin' verses through the day and movin' zips up in the night Slept on, I'm that nigga, I ain't gotta say it twice You know I'm livin' off revenge, so f*ck, I look like playin' nice You know the bitch, he call his bae be with the gang getting piped I was runnin' through the rain, but now I gained clear sight When you happy, that's when hoes act like they miss you I heard your mixtape give that shitty boy a tissue Damn, I really rap about the shit I been through Used to rap about my phone till I got pape to get a stu Do you really know the feelin' of the bills and rent due Have you ever got kicked out whole time, the problem ain't you Damn, we call that type some real trench shit I ain't lookin' for love, just need a real thick bitch Show, stopper trench shit, three dollar white tee, rock her I'm just sayin', when you gon' let me f*ck You gon' let me f*ck, Ms. Parker You got a man, but when we f*ck, he better not bother Hit it once a few months ago, got her fiendin', she's a stalker Snap on any beat , certified shit Talker ain't move the gram in a minute, but I'm still the shot caller Give her what she want, cause I'm a big dick baller I be lyin' if I said that I'm for , you can't get enough Pesky with my heart, cause I done ran all out of trust You stupid as hell for thinkin' racks was bout to cuff you For sure, I heard you get around in all my niggas' bussed To specs doin' dicks, that what Bacardi and that blunt do Fatts my top performer, I say, dump he shoot, don't ask who Hoes'll f*ck on anything, but when you rich, who they attached to Damn, let me get back to my rich rap Life spittin' verses through the day, and movin' zips up in the night Slept on, I'm that nigga, I ain't gotta say it twice You know I'm livin' off revenge, so f*ck, I look like playin' nice You know the bitch, He call this bae be with the gang, gettin' piped I was runnin' through the rain, but now I gained clear sight
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