Aasim - Rack City lyrics

[Aasim - Rack City lyrics]

Boss aasim
Rack rack city, bitch (Social Club)
Rack rack rack city, bitch (DJ Far, Ugh)
Rack, rack rack rack city, bitch (yeah)
Mustard on the beat

Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenty on yo titties, bitch
100 deep VIP, no guest list (Uh)
T-Raw, you don't know who you fuckin with

Be careful on my hands
They slidin' your panties off
Careful Careful on my hands
They slidin' your panties off
Careful Careful on my hands
They slidin' your panties off
Be careful on my dick
He got his own train of thought
Baby, I'm just a freak and
I'm ready at all costs
Come up to your job and fuck
You in front of your boss
My tongue is a world champ
It never took a loss so if you ready to win
I'm ready dy to to get get you off

Remix! (Uh, yeah)

Careful on my hands
They slidin' your panties off
Be careful on my dick
He got his own train of thought
Baby, I'm just a freak and
I'm ready at all costs
Come up to your job and fuck
You in front of your boss
My tongue is a world champ
It never took a loss so if you ready to win
I'm ready to get you off
Ooh, that boy kinda nasty
So anything obscene you should never
Put it past me
Rack city, bitch, cock back a pretty bitch
Make you suck me off then
Bust all over your titties, bitch
I ain't go time to kick
It with a giddy bitch
Leave your happy ass stuck
And left rack city, bitch
Two bullet wounds, one box cutter scar
You ain't see me 'cause I pulled
Up in my brother's car
Last week, I was in my baby mother car
Make your booty pop while I'm
Fuckin' with your cookie jar

I'm a muthafuckin' star (Star)
Look at the paint on the car (Car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho
If you don't got no ass, bitch
Wear a poncho head honcho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me, don't get bapped
Got my shirt off, the club too packed
It's too turnt going up like gas
Goddamn, pulled out my rags
Mike, Mike Jackson, nigga yeah I'm Bad
Rat tat tat tat, tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me, you know what it is

Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties
Bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties
Bitch throwin' hun'eds, hun'eds
Hun'eds, hun'eds
Throwin' hun'eds, hun'eds
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Hun'eds, hun'eds
Throwin' hun'eds, hun'eds
Hun'eds, hun'eds
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
DJ Far

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