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Yeah Yeah Yeah I jus came back with my wrist froze With my neck cold With a new hoe Riding in a back of a boat I want this and that and those Huh, Racks and all She say she want Fashion Nova Told her I'm broke, I'm glad to knows Now lil bitch is acting cold Cut her of it was glad to know yah Cut her of it was glad to know yah Yo, fuck outta here Ain't no racks gone pop outta here Stingy nigga, I'm the man of the year Get a bag then I spend with my peers If you leave I ain't shedding a tear Talking racks? I'm lending and ear Ohhh they rats? I know they gone share Back to back, these nigga's all square Shit, damned if I don't and damned if I do I got the facts and I got the proof I get the bag, I put out the deuce I might have learnt but I never lose I'm getting traction, I mean its cool I want a mansion, fit all my crew Somewhere in Sandton, with all the views Balenci Prada, right by the shoe That's why I go harder all in my tunes This is a calling, didn't get to choose Ooo, but this is another day Keep my head down till I ride the Wraith AP, Philippe with a shiny face Rare breed they can't accommodate No shit, I'm litty That's the reason why I'm winning My shit all tinted No Kizzy, won't fit in I jus came back with my wrist froze With my neck cold With a new hoe Riding in a back of a boat I want this and that and those Huh, Racks and all She say she want Fashion Nova Told her I'm broke, I'm glad to knows Now lil bitch is acting cold Cut her of it was glad to know yah Cut her of it was glad to know yah
Writer(s): Kholekile Thontsi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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