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letra de rickey racks - yung bans

[intro]
this is a dolan beats production
bans, yeah, hah, racks
man a young n-gga really had some racks in his pocket, n-gga
f-ck y’all n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, n-gga
bans, yeah, ayy

[chorus]
rickey-racks in my denim, i got skinnies and they in ’em
outside (bans), takin’ risks, he get hit with a missile (pew, pew)
n-gga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no k!ller?
n-gga runnin’ with the wave like that sh-t was accidental
i’m a monster, i’m a dawg, i’m a beast up out the kennel (bans)
if a n-gga playin’ crazy, i’ma smash off on and sister (skrrt)
she gon’ suck on my pencil, i’m gon’ nut on her denim (yeah)
p-ssy boy ain’t caught no plays so i could never feel him

[verse 1]
p-ssy boy ain’t got no stains so i could never fear him (yeah)
n-gga i be runnin’ waves, need to copyright this sh-t
your favorite rapper on my d-ck, i can’t even take a p-ss (yeah)
i was on the block starvin’, tryna run it where you live
ain’t no love for these n-ggas, catch a case and watch ’em switch
put a twenty on the table, watchin’ n-ggas turn to b-tches (yeah, d-mn)
but i just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (yeah)
n-ggas rappin’ ’bout the streets when really he ain’t ate, godd-mn
they diggin’, i’m kickin’ this sh-t, his ho on my d-ck
i pop me a perc’ when i’m up in the vip (up in the vip), it give me a lift
these n-ggas they hatin’, i’m tryna get rich, they stay out the mix
i’m keepin’ it goin’, i’m poppin’ my sh-t (ayy), i’ma die for this sh-t, ayy (yeah)

[chorus]
rickey-racks in my denim, i got skinnies and they in ’em
outside takin’ risks, he get hit with a missile
n-gga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain’t no k!ller?
n-gga runnin’ with the wave like that sh-t was accidental
i’m a monster, i’m a dawg, i’m a beast up out the kennel
if a n-gga playin’ crazy, i’ma smash off on and sister (skrrt)
she gon’ suck on my pencil, i’m gon’ nut on her denim (yeah)
p-ssy boy ain’t caught no plays so i could never feel him

[verse 2]
yeah, i could never fear him, yeah, i could never feel him
boy, i know you sentimental, you ain’t built like the general
rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in ’em
got my old b-tch mad ’cause i ain’t say i miss her
yeah, she talk a lot of sh-t but i can’t even hear
i been knew i was that n-gga from just lookin’ in the mirror
i done hit a lot of l!cks just to make my vision clear
and it’s free che trill, man, it’s almost been a year
ayy, free rick rare, we gon’ smash off in a lear
n-ggas run they mouth a lot ’cause they don’t listen with their ears
but i just keep my head up ’cause i’m knowin’ that it’s near
i done lived and i done learned, it ain’t no heart, it ain’t no fear

- yung bans

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