Rack City - Tyga

[Intro:]
Rack, rack, city b_tch, city b_tch
Rack, rack, rack city b_tch, city b_tch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city b_tch, city b_tch
Mutha on the beat

Hah!

[Verse 1:]
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 with?
Got my other b_tch f_cking with my other b_tch
F_cking all night n_gga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherf_cking peppermint
Gold Letterman last kings killing sh_t
Young Money, Young Money, yeah we getting rich
Getcha grandma on my d_ck (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook: x2]
Rack city b_tch, rack, rack, city b_tch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b_tch (b_tch)

[Verse 2:]
I'm a 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
N_gga 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 n_gga yeah I'm bad
Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Outro: x2]
Rack city b_tch, rack, rack, city b_tch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b_tch
Rack city b_tch, rack, rack, city b_tch [x3]
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 hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Rack city b_tch, rack, rack city b_tch

Rack city b_tch, rack, rack, city b_tch [x2]

(Rack, rack, rack, rack, rack...)

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