Tyga - Rack City Explicit Lyrics

Explicit Lyrics Rack rack city bitch city bitch Rack rack rack city bitch city bitch rack Rack rack rack city bitch city bitch Mutha on the beat Hah Verse 1 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 with Got my other bitch fucking with 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 Letterman last kings killing shit Young money young money yeah we getting rich I Got ya grandma on my dick ha ha Girl you know what it is Hook x2 Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch x3 Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch Verse 2 I'm a motherfucking star star Look at the paint on the car car Too much rim make the ride too hard Tell that bitch 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 bitch 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 Hook x2 Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch x3 Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch Outro Throwing hunnids hunnids Hunnids hunnids Throwing hunnids hunnids Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch Hunnids hunnids Throwing hunnids hunnids Hunnids hunnids Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch Rack rack rack rack rack

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