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Correct Rack City (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Tory Lanez
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Correct Rack City (Freestyle)
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[Intro] Fuckin' with the G code, money on the street, hoe I just need a freak hoe, shout out to Sunny Diamonds [Verse] Young Lanez ridin' in the one lane See you broke niggas ridin' on the one train And all you rap niggas lookin' like a gun range Fuck niggas wanna be the entree Call up the kid side Holla at a bitch, don't block like Chris Bosh She can turn me down, don't talk that pish posh Fly nigga here and they're like inside I need the money A$AP Rocky Before the money, Lanez act cocky She wanna fuck a rap star nigga Act hard like you ball, where your black card, nigga? Come from the dot, kid flexin' Phone check, this ill na na bitch textin' No sweats if the Minaj gets naked I was wet when I'm inside of the section Niggas got 2 ex hoes, it's too stressful Now a nigga flyer than a UFO You be on the dick, let the truth get told You can see my picture in the new echo Ballin' niggas stunnin', hundred thousand in abundance Honies love me 'cause this money but they act like it's because me I'm a motherfuckin' essence, address me as the lesson She interrupt my speech, she said she got a question Like, "Why them bitches all up in your knapsack?" Same reasons why you gotta fix your tracks back Try to comb it out, girl, better scratch that Forget about your weave, go and wear your snapback Fly like woah If I'm on the plane, gotta see me on top where the highlights go Money here lookin' like a tide die, bro I got a goldfish but it might die though They don't have shit to do to have a nigga doodoo All motherfuckers with a charm like voodoo Ridin' in the coupe And nigga jewels just fruity like some Fruit Loops, high, a nigga poof SLS, countin' 100s, 100s I let my bitch keep the 20s, 20s I ain't frontin' 'cause a nigga got plenty And gotta save me a dollar for Mellacar and Denny's I'm wildin' out with the Bentley, smile out in the friendly These niggas is hatin' on me, I'm hidin' out with the semi Them bitches wanna holla, them bitches them niggas envy Even in the Apolla, these niggas goin' think I'm heavy Motherfuckers, I got your bitch, I don't trust her Hell no, I never loved her, but she a dog And the only thing that be missin' is the mustard But we got Mustard on the beat, hoe [Outro] Yeah, I got your bitches in my knapsack Sincerely Tory, March 26th, motherfuckers, go get that Canada
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