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letra de show me a rack - jwasabi

[chorus: jwasabi]
i got like 5 on me, it’s a shame he can’t show me a rack (oh)
wait, i’m scoopin’ that ho, but i’ll bring her right back, lil’ n-gga, relax (n-gga, relax)
i don’t be poppin’ my sh-t, i be quiet (i be quiet)
and them b-tches be bringin’ that drama (that drama)
try me and my n-ggas get violent (fah, fah)
this my year, i put that on my momma (my momma)
and i broke her heart, my bad, lil’ ho, do you need a tissue? (she be cryin’)
she be textin’ me, sayin’, “i miss you” (yeah, she miss me)
and i never admit i’m the issue (h-ll nah)
if-if it ain’t ’bout money, i promise, lil’ baby, no way that i’m gettin’ up with you (can’t get up—)
thеn my gang, they be goin’ on missions (ooh)
i be shootin’ my shot, i’m not missin’ (i’m shootin my—)
likе, come here, lil’ baby, let’s go to nevada and spend us some dollars (ooh, yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout designer, but if you want it, i’ma buy you some prada (buy you some prada)
i’m locked in with my brothers, they need some help, i promise i got ’em (we locked in)
n-ggas be lame as f-ck, that boy don’t got nothin’ to offer but problems (n-ggas be lame)

[verse: specxfic]
we gettin’ all this sh-t, we feel like morse, they sit right in the columns (ooh)
i ain’t lyin’ and sh-t when i say i came right from the motherf-ckin’ bottom
i get my racks, not no motherf-ckin’ dollars
yeah, i pop sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ collar

if we need somethin’, yeah, we motherf-ckin’ call him
i just be motherf-ckin’ ballin’, yeah (just be ballin’)
put this sh-t right on my brother (right on my brother)
i slide with that motherf-ckin’ cutter, yeah
we gon’ jump out the b-tter
we gettin’ chicken like chicken wings
i got that sh-t in my motherf-ckin’ veins
i know you called, but i still gotta wait
i got like 5, but he can’t show a thing, ayy
[chorus: jwasabi]
i got like 5 on me, it’s a shame he can’t show me a rack (oh)
wait, i’m scoopin’ that ho, but i’ll bring her right back, lil’ n-gga, relax (n-gga, relax)
i don’t be poppin’ my sh-t, i be quiet (i be quiet)
and them b-tches be bringin’ that drama (that drama)
try me and my n-ggas get violent (fah, fah)
this my year, i put that on my momma (my momma)
and i broke her heart, my bad, lil’ ho, do you need a tissue? (she be cryin’)
she be textin’ me, sayin’, “i miss you” (yeah, she miss me)
and i never admit i’m the issue (h-ll nah)
if-if it ain’t ’bout money, i promise, lil’ baby, no way that i’m gettin’ up with you (can’t get up—)
then my gang, they be goin’ on missions (ooh)
i be shootin’ my shot, i’m not missin’ (i’m shootin my—)
like, come here, lil’ baby, let’s go to nevada and spend us some dollars (ooh, yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout designer, but if you want it, i’ma buy you some prada (buy you some prada)
i’m locked in with my brothers, they need some help, i promise i got ’em (we locked in)
n-ggas be lame as f-ck, that boy don’t got nothin’ to offer but problems (n-ggas be lame)

- jwasabi

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