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letra de bands up - king rack$

[intro:]
king racks
shout out to my n-gga bright bands
tell these n-ggas to get they’re bands up

[bridge:]
all these n-ggas hating, i don’t give a f-ck
give d-mn about a hater, i don’t give a f-ck
your b-tch, i let her l!ck it like it’s candy crush
stacking all my money, i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 1:]
you know i’m f-cking wavy, get your surfs up
put your hands up in the air, if you don’t give a f-ck
you know i’m f-cking lit get your lighters up
and if you wanna party n-gga, put your hands up
shout out all my ladies, shake your b-tt b-tt
snitches get st-tches, leave them cut up
yeah, i’m in the kitchen, yeah we turning up
and i know you’re digging this, put your hands up
b-tch, it’s king racks i got my bands up
me and all my n-ggas, yeah we f-cked up
yeah i got the sauce, b-tch i cook it up
and i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, get your bands up

[hook:]
get your bands up, get your bands up
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas get your bands up
get your bands up, get your bands up
get your bands up
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, get your bands up
get your bands up, get your bands up
get your bands up
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, get your bands up

[verse 2:]
looking at my shirt, this gucci
you can’t say it to my face, you’re a p-ssy
p-ssy n-ggas, wish that they knew me
all my friends are dead, no uzi
and i’m jiggy bro, my girls pretty bro
that b-tch ain’t loyal, n-gga she my main hoe
i got racks n-gga, scream my name bro
these expensive clothes, i don’t f-ck with hoes
get your hands up, i got crazy flows
my money tall n-gga, it got tip toes
you’re a hater b-tch, i don’t f-ck those
it’s going down bro, i need a crown bro
you’re a joker n-gga, you’re a clown bro
i got these n-ggas hating, where your bands though?
i know i’m sick n-gga, i got fans bro
31 goals, i’m mo salah bro

[verse 3:]
you a broke n-gga, where your bands at?
i got money, n-gga all my racks fat
i stay on top b-tch, like a snapback
bring it over baby, shake your -ss off
i’m the future b-tch, i took my mask off
hands up n-gga, make some f-cking noise
call me daddy baby, but i don’t wanna f-ck
bend it over baby, n-gga turn up
i sip dirty sprite, so i need a double cup
put your hands up, put your hands up
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas get your bands up
i gotta floss so i put my skinny jeans on
i gotta stunt so i put my bling bling on
i gotta flex so i put my diamond ring on
if she a thot then i just might get my freaky on
married to the game, sing that b-tch a love song

- king rack

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