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letra de racks - lil gotit

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[intro: lil got-t]
let’s go

[chorus: lil got-t]
ice rose red, can’t fix it, no maintenance
i’m a wise kid, no time, my rolex
and i’ma die by that, i’ma die ’bout my respect
too high i cannot wreck, ballin’, my life on edge
they talkin’ ra-ra, gon’ get they lips gra-ra
’cause we gon’ ball out, my shooters don’t ever call off
baby girl, take them panties off, it’s s-xual time now
i got racks a whole lot, walkin’ like a [?]

[verse 1: guap tarantino]
i got racks a whole lot, yah yah
i can never wife a thot, yah yah
i got a bad b-tch, she suck me, no askin’
but i heard they actin, all these n-gg-s stay cappin’
i’m fresh off a speed boat, got hunnids, i’m countin’ them backends
i’m makin’ her deep throat, your b-tch, i break that back in
used to ride ’round with the tec, hmm, now my neck cold
told lil got-t we rich, we gettin’ them hunchos

[chorus: lil got-t]
ice rose red, can’t fix it, no maintenance
i’m a wise kid, no time, my rolex
and i’ma die by that, i’ma die ’bout my respect
too high i cannot wreck, ballin’, my life on edge
they talkin’ ra-ra, gon’ get they lips gra-ra
’cause we gon’ ball out, my shooters don’t ever call off
baby girl, take them panties off, it’s s-xual time now
i got racks a whole lot, walkin’ like a [?]

[verse 2: lil quill]
i got racks a whole lot
i’m so high, i feel like amy winehouse
that p-ssy deep, i had to climb out
you not fbg, lil baby, one fye, you get slimed out
we was so broke, mama seen all that paper, she had cried out
sh-t don’t make no sense, houston raised a wise kid
i did what i did, now this money pilin’
she a fool with the head, ’cause knowledge
name it, i can buy it, all these f-ckin hunnids
crazy what that do

[chorus: lil got-t]
ice rose red, can’t fix it, no maintenance
i’m a wise kid, no time, my rolex
and i’ma die by that, i’ma die ’bout my respect
too high i cannot wreck, ballin’, my life on edge
they talkin’ ra-ra, gon’ get they lips gra-ra
’cause we gon’ ball out, my shooters don’t ever call off
baby girl, take them panties off, it’s s-xual time now
i got racks a whole lot, walkin’ like a [?]

[verse 3: young mal]
b-tch i got racks, a whole lotta, hmm
bands, look like i just hit the lotto
big dog [?], stick out
suck it, then she went for my partner
jetlag, we in the first room
pull out the chopper, go to your mama room
never gon’ let up, yep, it sunny
i took a lick up, racks in my jeans, filled up
sippin on lean, hiccup
i’m with the gang, lift up
spinnin round, lil’ mama f-cked my links up
i f-ck her right in the brinx truck
she hit up slime, she gon’ f-ck

[chorus: lil got-t]
ice rose red, can’t fix it, no maintenance
i’m a wise kid, no time, my rolex
and i’ma die by that, i’ma die ’bout my respect
too high i cannot wreck, ballin’, my life on edge
they talkin’ ra-ra, gon’ get they lips gra-ra
’cause we gon’ ball out, my shooters don’t ever call off
baby girl, take them panties off, it’s s-xual time now
i got racks a whole lot, walkin’ like a [?]

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