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I make a track then I bring
It to the club house yeah I bring it
Yeah I bring it to the club house
I make a track then I bring
It to the club house

and don't forget a little something to bring
Arrange things your end and don't forget a little something to bring

Better make tracks better make tracks

i make tracks for the certified
for the b-boys
for the disempowered
for the unemployed
for the worried mothers counting groceries
for my friends, my

a couple cards take chance for the money
Flip packs, make tracks I get it both ways (Flip packs, make tracks I get it both ways)
Flip packs, make tracks I

savages we got fangs
When I make a track I’ma make it bang
Today Ima rap yesterday I sang
I’m mixing it up like some fuckin tang
When I make a track ima

can trap all day
Brown green and yay
But I gotta make tracks
That's way more stacks
I can trap all day
Brown green and yay
But I gotta make tracks

(It's A) Monsters' Holiday

Buck Owens

Tall Dark Stranger

2012

Frankenstein was the first in line, and the Wolf Man came up next
Dracula was doing his stuff, breathing down my neck
Jump back, make tracks, here

bullshit
I made this money no bullshit
I make tracks and make money
Yeah that's it
Yeah my money going up
You know that I'm going up
Yeah I made those racks

Go (go)
Go (go)
You with them goonies tryna act hard lil bro I ain't sweet
Money make them track stars hop right on they feet
Money make them boys go

And no, we don't make wack tracks
And all the suckers get pushed back
When i'm kicking real facts
And no, we don't make wack tracks
And all

Jheez

[Chorus]
Tell me what you gon do wit it
I'm finna make this track hit
I might need me a bad bitch
All in the clubs playing my shit

Tell me what

This stupid track ma ma makes no sense

This stupid track ma ma makes no sense

This stupid track ma ma makes no sense

This stupid track ma ma makes

really can make it back on track
We really can make it turn around
We really can make it come Alive
We really can make it all so bright
We really can make

about to choke
On this lyrical smoke, boom
You ain't hard enough
To make the track go boom, niggah
You ain't that hard
You ain't hard enough
To make

I cap but I don’t pretend
Who let u make tracks that shits just dead
U don’t make no Ps u pay ur mum rent
If u chat shit then ur gonna get kwenged

Said it one time
Said it two times
Never gonna lose you
Yh your all mine
I'm pouring all my heart out
When I make tracks
I can say I'm broke
Gonna

don't believe her tho'
Run around, make tracks
Make the dough, sell it out
It's just that rockstar life
Mariachi band, make the bands
Going lah, de, de

me clear, I'll be playing a tour
I'll be playing a tour

And I Do it like that, do it like this
They call me Mac, they call me lit
I don't make tracks

I can sit back and find ways to make a new track
My own way
My own way
I can sit back and find ways to make a new track
My own way
My own way
I can

Take it back, just don't hate it
Get that money, make it stack
Make a track, make a rack, make it last
In the city and I'm sitting pretty
Feeling really

and check out on my audience
I'm on the top, it's so obvious
Other niggas just be osseous
I make tracks and I make money
That's if they ask what my hobby is

We don’t make diss tracks
We make hit tracks
And diss you on them

You know my mouth get reckless
Off that disaronno

Fuck that contract
That shit

an average dude
I don't understand how I'm under you
I make fire tracks and get average views 
Outlandish bro I make random moves 
You don't get me bro you're

Kikiki ki kikiki ki kikikikiki
Kikirki kikiki kikiki Kiiikikikikiki
Gbese
Shófé japa
After ballin like baloteli
Drop your number
Make we track later