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So many racks up on me 'Cause that's what it ought to be I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry These percocets I'm on it I just poured up promethazine My neck got thirty pointers I'm just workin' my corners, uh Look at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it I'm swervin' when I hit the express Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet Came up in the trap where the killers be at For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck Get the fuck outta here, no you not with the set You not with the set, you not with the gang Had to run up a check, now they speak on my name Keep it real 'til I die, this shit run through my veins Promethazine, percocet for the pain Got your bitch at the spot, I drug dick in your main Rock a show in New York then I catch me a plane I'm in love with VS, put that shit on my chain First nigga put the boogers on the plain I got racks up on me, 'cause that's what it ought to be I go to trial, I beat the case, nigga my lawyer talk for me Letras de cancionesI'm up like every morning, I'm tryna count a hundred G's Foreign bitch at my penthouse, she do my laundry So many racks up on me 'Cause that's what it ought to be I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry These percocets I'm on it I just poured up promethazine My neck got thirty pointers I'm just workin' my corners, uh Look at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it I'm swervin' when I hit the express Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet Came up in the trap where the killers be at For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck Get the fuck outta here, no you not with the set Heard you flyin' public but we in the motherfuckin' Lear Strapped with that stick, it gon' tear down a motherfucker's ear My nigga go to trial, no switchin' these motherfuckin' gears I don't need no pen and pad, I'm straight out the ears [?] geeked up they be thinkin' he sippin' on beers Lil Marco record it but I'm finna go give [?] Don't know where your ho at but she finna come over here Toast up to success, hah, cheers All these racks I got I'm finna go to the lot and I'm finna buy that bitch out Look at all this gas I got Finna roll up a three-five and I'm finna go up on Live Ain't no cappin', bitch we cashin' out And me and brothers gon' ride, no we ain't gon' never collide I just pulled up at the fuckin' lot And no I can't even decide, I'm just finna pull off and drive So many racks up on me 'Cause that's what it ought to be I got a white bitch in my penthouse, nigga she do my laundry These percocets I'm on it I just poured up promethazine My neck got thirty pointers I'm just workin' my corners, uh Look at the dash, this shit got two hundred on it I'm swervin' when I hit the express Louie V look just like chess, VVS all on my neck I just wanna bust down a plain jane with the baguettes Heard you flyin' public but we in the jet Came up in the trap where the killers be at For twenty-five hundred they wipin' your neck Get the fuck outta here, no you not with the set From Letras Mania