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letra de rack city (freestyle) - tory lanez

[intro]
f-ckin’ with the g code, money on the street, hoe
i just need a freak hoe, shout out to sunny diamonds

[verse]
young lanez ridin’ in the one lane
see you broke n-gg-s ridin’ on the one train
and all you rap n-gg-s lookin’ like a gun range
f-ck n-gg-s wanna be the entree
call up the kid side
holla at a b-tch, don’t block like chris bosh
she can turn me down, don’t talk that pish posh
fly n-gg- here and they’re like inside
i need the money a$ap rocky
before the money, lanez act c-cky
she wanna f-ck a rap star n-gg-
act hard like you ball, where your black card, n-gg-?

come from the dot, kid flexin’
phone check, this ill na na b-tch textin’
no sweats if the minaj gets naked
i was wet when i’m inside of the section
n-gg-s got 2 ex hoes, it’s too stressful
now a n-gg- flyer than a ufo
you be on the d-ck, let the truth get told
you can see my picture in the new echo
ballin’ n-gg-s stunnin’, hundred thousand in abundance
honies love me ’cause this money but they act like it’s because me
i’m a motherf-ckin’ essence, address me as the lesson
she interrupt my speech, she said she got a question
like, “why them b-tches all up in your knapsack?”
same reasons why you gotta fix your tracks back
try to comb it out, girl, better scratch that
forget about your weave, go and wear your snapback
fly like woah
if i’m on the plane, gotta see me on top where the highlights go
money here lookin’ like a tide die, bro
i got a goldfish but it might die though
they don’t have sh-t to do to have a n-gg- doodoo
all motherf-ckers with a charm like voodoo
ridin’ in the coupe
and n-gg- jewels just fruity like some fruit loops, high, a n-gg- poof
sls, countin’ 100s, 100s
i let my b-tch keep the 20s, 20s
i ain’t frontin’ ’cause a n-gg- got plenty
and gotta save me a dollar for mellacar and denny’s
i’m wildin’ out with the bentley, smile out in the friendly
these n-gg-s is hatin’ on me, i’m hidin’ out with the semi
them b-tches wanna holla, them b-tches them n-gg-s envy
even in the apolla, these n-gg-s goin’ think i’m heavy
motherf-ckers, i got your b-tch, i don’t trust her
h-ll no, i never loved her, but she a dog
and the only thing that be missin’ is the mustard
but we got mustard on the beat, hoe

[outro]
yeah, i got your b-tches in my knapsack
sincerely tory, march 26th, motherf-ckers, go get that
canada

- tory lanez

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