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I got my racks up but I ain't satisfied Fuck bein' broke in the hood, nigga I'd rather die Knew it would be this way, ever since I was five Bitch stop smokin' my weed, you about to kill my vibe Look You 'bout to make me spazz You 'bout to make me crash Just hit the plug for the link up I'ma need a little more gas Few years later I'm still up I'ma need a little more cash Traphouse rollin' up Zig-Zags Basement, countin' up big bags You about to make me flex We been runnin' up cheques Just hit the plug for the link up I'm just tryna kill the stress New strain got me on Kriss Kross Broke bitch make my dick soft Just got approved for the Amex Gotta keep your hands on the stainless, woah I got my racks up but I ain't satisfied Fuck bein' broke in the hood, nigga I'd rather die Knew it would be this way, ever since I was five Letras de cancionesBitch stop smokin' my weed, you about to kill my vibe I got my racks up but I ain't satisfied Fuck bein' broke in the hood, nigga I'd rather die Knew it would be this way, ever since I was five Bitch stop smokin' my weed, you about to kill my vibe From Letras Mania