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letra de racks (remix) - ychris

{sonny digital}

[intro: yc]
(yc!) whatchu got? racks on racks on racks
(he got) racks on racks on racks
(we got) racks on racks on raaacks (leh’go!)
ayy! i got, racks on racks on racks
(she got) racks on racks on racks
(we got) racks on racks on racks

[hook: yc]
got campaign goin so strong
gettin’ brain while i’m talkin on the phone
spend money when ya money gets long
real street n-gga, ain’t no clone
we at the top where we belong
sip lean, rosé, patron
smokin on thousand dollar worth of strong
when the club ’bout to hear this soooong (whatchu got?)
we got racks on racks on racks (racks)
racks on racks on racks (racks)
racks on racks on racks (racks)
got racks on racks on raaaaacks
got racks on racks on racks (racks)
racks on racks on racks (racks)
racks on racks on racks (racks)
n-gga ain’t even tryna hold baaaack

[verse 1: yc]
still fresh ahead of my trues
ice shot, okay, cool
strapped up, know i keep that tool
that racks on racks a muh’f-ckin fool
all around the globe, bein on tv
e’rywhere you look, you see yc
hatin -ss n-ggas just wishin they were me
yc, yc, yc
way too big for my muh’f-ckin jeans
i’m so fly i don’t even got wings
eyes real low, just blame it on the green
girl caught up, got lean on leaaaaaan
that shoebox sh-t, over with
she put it on the rack, won’t notice it
my bank count, commas all over it
racks on racks on raaa-aa-acks

[verse 2: young jeezy]
young, if it’s convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
b-tch i hit one b-tton, my roof open like a hard spot (daaaaaamn!)
make me throw my diamonds up, b-tch my life was hard knock
had so much kush and ciroc, b-tch i think my heart stop
(yeaaaaaah!) e’ry night’s a weekend, e’ry day’s a friday night
you ain’t seen nothin yet, b-tch this just my friday ice
87 brick fare, yeah, i’m talkin thirty racks
all i sold is hund’uns, where the f-ck my twenties at?

[hook]

[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
uh; racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat’s off
lookin at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost
smoke like i’m in cali, f-ck takin flight, i blast off
n-ggas talkin tattoos, we should have a tat-off
got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
just made a mil, count another mil, so put that on top of that
way back in 2004, i told ’em it was a wrap
now my life ain’t my life no mo’, i told you, n-gga it’s a wrap
oooh! you claim you a dog, my nig, i’m the vet
we cain’t even talk ‘less you cut the check
i guess that’s why all of these n-ggas get bad
they said, “f-ck a young n-gga! f-ck a young n-gga!”
i know it’s some girls in the crowd right now
who wanna f-ck a young n-gga – yeah!
i roll one and roll another one bigger
n-ggas thinkin they sick, well, i’m sicker
i’mma smoke, my weed and i’ma drink, my liquor
better make, sure you f-ck ya girl right ‘fore i d-ck her, down

[verse 4: waka flocka flame]
(flocka!)
i got racks on top of racks (uh!)
stacks on top of stacks (uh!)
bands on top of bands (uh!)
got me f-ckin her and her friends (uh, flocka!)
bad boys don’t do papers (flex!)
double shot for my haters (flex! clap!)
clap two times if you druuuuuuuuunk…
(clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap, flocka!)
got a bad b-tch from the u.k. (okay!)
she do everything i say (okay!)
go crazy when she hear music (grove streeeeeeeet!)
she got “grove st.” on replay (flocka!)
got racks you don’t understand (uh-huh)
money long from here to j-pan (uh-huh)
do it good when she go +no hands+
girl, you got me in a traaaaaance

[hook]

[verse 5: cyhi da prince]
got racks on racks on racks (racks), y’all rap so wack on wax (wax)
purple by the pound, that’s that flacco — haaaaaah!
i make big plays, i got big chips, blew money like six crips
switch gears like stick shifts, fresh as h-ll, i’m big gipp
we buy cars. y’all flip whips, catch us smokin that quick trip
pitch piff, that’s a handspring, i like to call that a quick flip
pull triggers like hamstrings, boy i’m doin my d-mn thing
been blood with them bricks pimp, get (off) a (key) like i can’t sing
got the seven on me like big jersey, ridin round in this b-tch dirty
i’m the best, hands down, they nicknamed me 6:30
i’m wit young dose and yc, redan road, that’s my street
ask around on the eastside, i’m the s-h-i-t

[verse 6: bun b]
yeah… bun b, i’m underground king (king)
in the candy-painted car on sw-ng (sw-ng)
with the top on drop and the trunk on pop
boy you cain’t tell me a d-mn thang (thang)
fifth wheel on the back just hang (hang)
hit corners, hit l!cks, hit stains (stains)
with the grill in the front (wood wheel)
in the plush showin neon lights on my paint (paint)
yeah, i rep that p-a-t (a-t)
one hundred, yeah that’s me (that’s me)
if you don’t recognize you gon’ see (gon’ see)
i’m a straight up trill o.g. (o.g.)
in a black-on-black-on-black (black)
cadillac like a mack on clacks (clacks)
try to jack and i will attack
it’s a fact that i ain’t givin up my stacks like that!

[verse 7: b.o.b]
call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names
flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne (whoo!)
no, not bombs over baghdad
but on the track, you can call me hussein (hoo-hah-hah!)
that’s why they nervous (gasp)
like i’m flyin on the plane with a turban (woo!)
but i’m fly, y’all just turbulence
exit row, emergency (mayday!)
as a kid, i was struck by lightning (pow!)
it’s no wonder i’m electrifyin
ha! f-ck a brainstorm
i’ll f-ck around and cause a power outage (bang!)
and it ain’t no rivals, if it was, it’d be no survivors (no!)
but just gimme a hour, i’ll light it up like an eiffel tower

[verse 8: yo gotti]
(i’m yo goooooti!)
got bills on top of bills (bills), scales on top of scales (scales)
i’m mr. all white (white), got yell’ on top of yell’
got pills all on my phone, these n-ggas know i’m wrong
said 50 for a song, and they won’t leave me ‘lone
gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you
just ran through a ticket, there ain’t nothin’ to do
yeah, i love these streets like i love the booth
mr. cocaine music, i’m 100 proof
got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice
and when i’m in the club it look like lights on lights on lights

[hook]

[verse 9: wale]
yeah, racks on racks on racks
i’m tryna smash and not call back
my name wale, you so silly
wet my willie, might call you a cab, yeah
ridin around wit that reefer scent
ridin around with miss reece and them
when i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune
i’m smoother than, alopecia skin — haha!!
i shows out, like dope when i put that flow down
like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m jokin, but i be foamed out
and all she want is more bags, but all i want is more ones
i told her bring that money back, like all them racks is nordstrom’s
whoooooa!

[verse 10: cory gunz]
the tracks on snack off raps (raps)
see stacks from back of my slacks (slacks)
from the x or the macs in the ac’ (br-r-r-rat)
if i ain’t strapped, then the gats on scat (on scat)
then he black on ’em like tae-bo (tae-bo)
then he clap on ’em like bravo (bravo)
throw sacks on ’em like y’all hoes (y’all hoes)
got racks on ’em like tight hoooooes
young money, cash money so strong (strong)
keep scorin, i’mma bring it on home (home)
those xans and the lean cause zones (zones)
somethin tan with a mean jawboooone
worldwide, but i got fourth ways (fourth ways)
one hat carry like four blades (four blades)
petey popoff r.i.p., free lou
been lootin money since like fourth grade
i’m the sh-t nowadays, so they wave (wave)
no whips, no chains, i’m a slave (slave)
let you n-ggas know milita my gang (gang)
mc aim if you was thinkin it’s a game (game)
see me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge (gauge)
word to bus’ and jimmy, i’d be busy gettin paid
goin for the grips every day ’til the grave
i be worried about the chips, you be worried about the (lay’s)
beyitch!

[verse 11: dose]
got activist in my sprite (lean), benjamins in my robins (boi!)
frank muller wit flooded ice, but i still got my brightness
in the fast lane, gettin slow brain in a 2012 maserati
i’m kickin, pimpin, like liu kang, my coupe smokin like friday
puffin on that garlic (gas), sick off all the marley (boi!)
inked up on my hands and arms, got def jam in my pocket
shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry
daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
n-gga, you ain’t talkin nuttin (nuttin)
all in flight corps stuntin (stuntin)
these exclusive 7s
paid four hundered for the jordans (jordans)
no, you cain’t afford ’em (fly daddy)
sharper than a swordsman
racks on racks, our campaign strong
and yc like my brother – dueces!

[verse 12: cory mo]
catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
top dropped down, black on black
fistful of wood, twisted for the good
check my bank account, got racks on racks
look around fool, got a wall full of plaque
platinum and gold, you gots ta love that
posted up just like a thumbtack
better hide ya ho, cause she bound to get sn-tched
h-town, texas to atl
she got a fat -ss, she prol’ly know me well
keep it on the low, never kiss and tell
true player, cory mo cold as h-ll
shows to do, got records to sell
got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail
if ballin was a crime, i’d be in jail
locked up for double life like “what the h-ll?!”

[hook]

[verse 13: nelly]
yeah, they call me country grammar, my brother out the slammer
i’m crimson color painted, you can call that alabama
i’m not from alabama, but check out how i roll tide
he might have the same whip, but check out how i roll mine
y’all n-ggas ain’t no stars (stars), y’all only in it for the cars (cars)
the sky is yo’ limit mayne, and mine somewhere ’bout mars
i ride wit them boys in the middle of the map
st. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
down to the dirty, back up through the trap
but the money don’t stack man, money overlap
yeah, y’all better watch it mayne, right here we lock and load
two things is for certain mayne, and one thing is fa sho’
got a house on hundred acres, i’ve never seen my neighbors
a chick in atl and from buckhead to decatur (let’s go!)
now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome
police on yo’ mama phone talkin ’bout, “yo’ baby gooooone!”
tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie (lie), i got so many rides (rides)
don’t know which one i’mma drive — f-ck it, i’m just gon’ flyyyyyyy!

[verse 14: twista]
everybody wanna hate because i’m on (cause i’m on)
blowin head back, bottles by the zone (by the zone)
twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way i do
simp-ily because i like this song (song)
when i step up out the maserati car
gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar (jar)
then i blow, i’mma close out the par’
wit some k!llers and everybody know who we are
get money gang steppin through the do’ (‘cago)
chicago, ‘cago, ‘cago (‘cago)
anybody wanna get into it, c’mon and do it
f-ck security, we gon’ make ’em feel the flo’ (feel the flo’)
might as well get it off yo’ chest
while everybody got ammunition on deck (on deck)
i don’t see them, see them. as a, as a threat
cause i got racks on racks on racks (on racks)
oh! twista, i see your future, finna shoot ya
i salute you if you could get at the general in my military
racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats
i-i-i could destroy an entire village when i k!ll and bury
cause i manipulate your molecular structure
other words, fill ’em up wit holes (wit holes)
if you try to give it to me at the do’ (at the do’)
i just thought i had to let you knoooow

[verse 15: big sean]
(i bet yo’ b-tch call me big…)
now i got single b-tches tryin (tryin), married b-tches lyin (lyin)
i take ’em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
i wake up fresher than these motherf-ckers as is
look inside my closet (look!)
that sh-t look like it’s raks fifth (raks fifth)
man, that’s racks on racks on racks
on top of packs on top of pounds
my chains is pow on pow on pow
i’m off them trees, no i ain’t no owl
i’m at the altar sayin my vows
to this benjamin franklin pile
you buy her a house, i won’t buy her a vowel
you fell in love and i fell in her mouth
they called her d-ckface, she call the connect
(call the connect?) you call her collect
i call to collect, no need for a pet
if i throw this paper, yo b-tch gon’ fetch!
(…do it) …b-i-g
and detroit gon’ be aight as long as we got me – i do it

[verse 16: trae tha truth]
i’m in the hood if you wondered where i’m at (where i’m at)
in the back of a chevy that’s all black (all black)
racks on racks, i don’t know how to act (act)
track and field with the birds, i’m runnin ’em like track (track)
free throws of money, bet you cain’t block (block)
king of the club, i bet you cain’t top (top)
b-tch n-ggas hate the fact i get gwap (gwap)
or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop (come up!)
i’m in the club, tryna show ’em how to stunt (stunt)
tryna pick up what i throw, it prol’ly take ’em ’bout a month (month)
the club underwater, have ’em runnin out the front
while i’m somewhere in the back, gettin blowed like a blunt (blunt)
no need to trip, you can tell ’em that i’m cool as h-ll (cool as h-ll)
cause if it’s the case, i’m known to the pack the tool as well (tool as well)
blood motherf-cker, nothing new to tell (new to tell)
got both underneath the old school as well (school as well)
i got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop (cop)
couple of foreign cars that i ride no top (top)
couple of whi-whips that i ride like yachts (yachts)
a couple of haters lookin, i’m knowin them n-ggas hot (hot)
you can tell ’em that i don’t give a d-mn
hard as a motherf-cker, tell ’em i was h.a.m
call it what you want, i’mma do it for the fam
yeah, that’s the type of n-gga that i am

[verse 17: ace hood]
okay, i’m back off into this b-tch (b-tch!)
wit a cup, and it’s full of that liq’ (hot!)
got racks, ain’t talkin t-ts (feel dat!)
big stacks, no lego bricks (whoo!)
hit a trick and if any n-gga got it
i keep that hottie, just look at her body
blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds
sorry, that’s just part of my hobby (swoop!)
and i hear ’em feelin my florida swagger
so dope, shoulda sold y’all copies
that ice be onto my neck and wrist
now anybody wanna play some hockey?! (haah!)
i’m that n-gga in fact (in fact)
paper tall as shaq (oh boy!)
“blood sweat and tears”
it’ll be on your local walmart rack – soon!

[hook]

- ychris

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