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Raining Racks Lyrics - Artist : Lil Tracy
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Let's go, Let's go These hoes is for everyone Don't make a mistake tryna' marry one (Tryna marry one) Too much water, I escape from the aquarium (Let's go, let's go) Yeah, he bleed, just like I bleed, so I ain't scared of him I be rockin' Dior when I take out the trash (Take out the trash) I just walked out of Louis Vuitton, I be up carrying all of these bags Okay! I'ma let you know the forecast It's my motherfucking season and it's raining racks And niggas wanna be friends now Back in the day try to carry me (Yeah) Coolin' with than a bad bitch now She throwing it back on the balcony (Woah!) Big money, with a big house Until you got that don't be @ing' me Boy, you living at your bitch house Depending on her, that's a tragedy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm smokin' this dope, I'm zooted (I'm zooted, I'm zooted) She walking around in my crib with no clothes Starting to think she a nuisance Feel like Juice WRLD, all of my dreams are lucid Push to start, yeah, the keys are useless When I jump on the beat I go stupid (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm just tryna' put on for my city If it was my choice all of my dead friends would be with me Gotta keep my head on straight (My head straight) And I created my own wave Hold up, I'ma let the beat talk Okay! These hoes is for everyone Don't make a mistake tryna' marry one (Tryna marry one) Too much water, I escape from the aquarium (Let's go, let's go) Yeah, he bleed, just like I bleed, so I ain't scared of him I be rockin' Dior when I take out the trash (Take out the trash) I just walked out of Louis Vuitton, I be up carrying all of these bags Okay! I'ma let you know the forecast It's my motherfucking season and it's raining racks Tatted on my body like a cholo (Yeah) Six hundred for my shoes and yeah they Yohji Yamamoto (Yeah) She hop on the dick, and then she stumble in it slow-mo (Yeah) My life is a movie and your life is photo Why this little nigga jocking swag I'm not tryna stay in the mix, I'm tryna stay inside my bag (Yeah) All that shit you talking need to stay inside your ass Put some shooters on his noggin Leave him stained up like some glass It's raining racks Woah, woah, woah, woah It's raining racks Yeah, yeah It's raining racks Woah, It's raining racks Yeah, yeah, yeah It's raining racks |
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