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letra de ​badimage - ​southsidesilhouette

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[intro]
man you know i got racks n-gga, yeah i get to the racks n-gga
yeah you know i’ma bag addict man i gotta get racks n-gga
man i’m totin’ a bag at it, while i’m getting these racks n-gga
(yeah)

[verse 1]
man i’m getting these racks n-gga
yeah i’m getting these racks n-gga(racks, racks)
yeah i’m countin’ these racks sittin’ on my ass n-gga
yeah they used to be quiet, n-gga he a bag getter
got me a bag and i just put my hand in it
all of this smoke in my lungs i might damage ’em
i don’t give no f-ck boy i ain’t no amateur
model b-tch and she look good with no lashes
b-tch i’m masked up, yeah this sh-t is raf simmons
b-tch i really give no f-ck ’bout bad image
yeah ’cause i got me a f-ckin’ bad image
i love touchin’ money more than bad b-tches
i love touchin’ money more than fashion
but i love myself, poured up some muddy
’cause i can’t talk to you n-ggas when it’s not sunny
when i’m with the gang everything funny
’cause we wrappin’ the wood in the paper like a mummy dummy
disrespect i could throw a rack in your face
give a f-ck ’bout a past, seein’ better days
b-tch i’m cheifin’ this gas to the f-ckin’ face
yeah my lungs got a title, like heavyweight
remember me and gang eatin’ off paper plates
now we sittin’ on racks makin’ paper plays
yeah we countin’ up racks n-gga
yeah we countin’ up racks n-gga
watch it levitate
[bridge]
dye my hair dark blue like an anime
you could put real trapper on my resume
in the past i was broken then i met the gang
now a young n-gga seein’ money everyday
gettin’ them racks n-gga, yeah i’m gettin’ them racks n-gga
(yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) yeah i’m coutin’ up racks n-gga
yeah, uh

[verse 2]
yeah i’m getting these racks n-gga
yeah i’m getting these racks n-gga
yeah i’m countin’ these racks sittin’ on my ass n-gga
man this sh-t funny ’cause i was a class ditcher
now i go in every time like it’s off of the glass n-gga
man i see the numbers like the matrix
b-tch i’m countin’ up cake smokin’ cake b-tch
money minute-maid like i sip lemonade
while my feet kickin’ up in them asics
anti-social on a daily basis
i can’t f-ck with you n-ggas, you fake sh-t
get straight to them racks, yeah i ain’t ‘gon pay sh-t
b-tch i’ma split, like tabi-toes in maison’s
yeah it feel safe when i ain’t thumbin’ through them hundreds
yeah my heart cold like the winter
but i’ma hot n-gga like the f-ckin’ summer when i’m touchin’ all them f-ckin’ digits
b-tch i’m drippin’ ksubi black denim
and that b-tch fell in love with my bad image
and i don’t give a f-ck ’bout a bad image
[outro]
gotta get to them racks n-gga
gotta get to them racks n-gga
gotta get to them racks n-gga
racks n-gga, gotta get to them racks n-gga
gotta get to them racks n-gga

- southsidesilhouette

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