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letra de back it up - guap tarantino & nav

[intro: guap tarantino]
atl jacob
ra-ra-racks (huh)
young freebandz
xo fbg

[verse 1: nav]
stackin’ up my cheddar (cheddar), i’ma blow it all (all)
nothin’ lasts forever (ever), i can’t go in the mall (uh)
without a beretta (‘retta), stack my money tall (trr)
i never felt better (nope), i done seen it all (all)
don’t make me have to put you on my hit list (hit list)
i gave my shooter a tip, ain’t leave no witness (grrr-rrrrrrah)
i mix my rick owens with givenchy (‘yenchy)
b-tch, i’m from the jungle like jumanji (rrr)
i can’t drive a honda, want a fast car (skrt, skrt)
pop a stormtrooper, i’m in sp-ce like nasa (woo, woo)
at coach-lla, had a threesome with a p-rnstar (smash, smash)
i want a ‘bach, i want a bentley, might buy both cars (skrt skrt)

[chorus: nav]
told them magic city girls to back it up (back it up)
threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (ra-ra-rack)
they always see me out in traffic, i can’t be touched (woo)
they don’t wanna see me get my rackies up
told them magic city girls to back it up (ba-ba-back)
threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (ra-ra-rack)
they always see me out in traffic, i can’t be touched
i hated bein’ broke, now i got my rackies up

[post-chorus: nav]
watch me blow it fast, mmm, and stack it up (mmm)
i love countin’ cash, mmm, i feel a rush (mmm)
spend it, make it back, mmm, now i’m back up (mmm)
spend it, make it back, mmm, now i’m back up (mmm)

[verse 2: guap tarantino]
i put all the racks, mmm, in the duff’
i hit it from the back, mmm, that’s enough (that’s enough)
i got them rack rack racks, mmm, throw it up (throw it up)
and now i’m in the club, mmm, with it tucked (with it tucked)
i just put a thot down on the rug (woo)
young freebandz want all the smoke like a mug (let’s go)
that stayed down, went up a road on all these doves (brrr)
now i’m buyin’ all this sh-t, just because (just because)
i jumped out that porsche, a n-gga had to risk it
i’m twenty-one, now a n-gga gettin’ riches (ri-ri-rich)
them n-ggas wasn’t really wit’ me, they want it, it (no cap)
we f-ckin’ up magic city, got it lit, lit (now we lit, lit)
i like phone home, turn them racks on (turn the racks on)
these n-ggas didn’t know i had the ricky racks on (ricky racks)
just got a show for 50k on my trap phone
she put her -ss up in the air, turn them birds on (brrr, no cap)

[chorus: nav]
told them magic city girls to back it up (tarantino)
threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (ah)
they always see me out in traffic, i can’t be touched
they don’t wanna see me get my rackies up
told them magic city girls to back it up (ba-ba-back)
threw like twenty-thousand ones like rack it up (ra-ra-rack)
they always see me out in traffic, i can’t be touched
i hated bein’ broke, now i got my rackies up

[outro: guap tarantino]
ra-ra-racks

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