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letra de what nyc sounds like - 917 rackz

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[part i]

[intro]
rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz
rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz, rackz

[verse]
feel like the king of my city, the way i manuever through they hoods
got me a nice little biddie, i gotta improve her ’cause she good
f-cked all of her friends, uh, she just the new one in the books
runnin’ to these ends, uh, i just need money, i don’t need no friends,-

[part ii]

[verse]
-but if they try to back throw me for the racks, they get cut off
try to steal my swag, i sold the run off
don’t carry cash on me, uh, but i swipe the piece, and that’s because of
i got a lot of people want me dead, no, i just cannot wait to let that gun off
now, i’m just runnin’, duckin’ from the feds, now, i just do can’t nothin’ with the gloves off
[part iii]

[verse]
uh, now, they tryna’ keep up
lost my brother, we gon’ tee up
i can’t help but i cry at the night
tryna’ catch a peter
up with the jets, we gon’ fly out the night
i be with the creepers, uh, please do not hide in the night, look

[part iv]

[verse]
shots from the bl!ck, hitting walls to the floor
catch me a shh, he gon’ (touch the ground)
brodie won’t stop, brodie need more
my ooter been fiendin’ to dump out the other round
still won’t win a grammy, uh, but a platinum in the underground
swear that they ain’t wanna come around
now, these b-tches want another round

[part v]

[verse]
rackz, uh, i told the bros it’s no lettin’ up
i’ma set us up
i took my ooter to training, (pew, pew, pew) hit his block, we gon’ bend it up, hah
ain’t no getting up, grrah, grrah
now they ain’t forgetting us
rackz, rackz, rackz
[part vi]

[verse]
ooh, he wildin’
won’t need a coochie, and now she ain’t smilin’
she still give me brain like lucy
i could never cuff a smoochie, she wildin’
i been outside, and, i never ever seen a b-tch that want me in their gossip
all the shorties that we stylin’
rackz, vblock, rackz, rackz, rackz

[part vii]

[verse]
i was 5’11, uh, stand on my racks, now i’m 6 foot 7
talkin’ about the get back, uh, but i’m sayin’ you should get you a weapon
yeah, they know i get racks, uh
i could never owe ’em, uh, but i’m steppin’ in owens, uh
and, it’s rick for the denim, facts

[part viii]

[verse]
i got the slyest haters
i know they tryna’ get us
but, we all up in neiman, marcus
b-tch, we the demons, and we spark sh-t
designer european, pour the [?] now i’m peein’
no peace treaty, no agreements
’cause you know we start sh-t, grrah
[part ix]

[verse]
look, shorty, i’m just being honest, i’m going through love, and war
gotta pour up the lean
my heart feels sore, but, i’m talkin’ to myself, followin’ my conscience
i told kay-kay to up it and flock it, grrah

[part x]

[verse]
i look at myself in the mirror
respect [?] too much to forgive her (baow)
hot winter, i start shiver
i can’t walk alone, i’ma call up my hitter
called summer, coming soon
full cup, and [?] gon’ pull out the bennett
[?]
shorty a boyfriend, a broke bum

[part xi]

[verse]
she really want me, she fiendin’ to trap me
i told her, “no, you can’t have me”
i’m with the ooters, n0body attacked me
she act sassy, the second i walk in the spot, she like, “sn-tch me, snap me”
she told me, that i better treat her holy
everyone want me, and they’ll harass me

[outro]
rackz, rackz

- 917 rackz

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