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