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[Verse 1:]
You're boyfriends an alchoolic
But Guccis a reefer cheifer
You're girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she's a people pleaser
I'm pourin up 2 liters
And ridin in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitos
One mil on my wife beater
You're boyfriends an alchoolic
But Guccis a reefer cheifer
You're girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she's a people pleaser
I'm pourin up 2 liters
And ridin in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitos
One mil on my wife beater

[Verse 2:]
Party with white people,
Really don't like people
Party tonight but you must
Go with the right people
Bigger than life nigga,
Came with a knife nigga
And he might end his own life
Found out I'm f*cking his wife
Leave her

[Verse 3:]
Gucci's a custom adept
Sex with no feelings attached
Pull to my bachelour pad
Ridin with the top detached
Bumpin' and humping and dripping and something
Damn you're good as one hell of a woman
You telling me something, then telling me nothing
I think about something that keep me from cumming

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane

[Verse 4:]
Ok my crib looks like Baywatch
Don't quit your day job
She walking with nothing
But she leaving my tank top
Lately I've been seeing
More champagne than rain drops
Big only thing missin is
Puff saying we can't stop
Riolling with Jiga but
I'm not a Nets fans
Everything green around me
Like I'm a Jets fan
If it's green and I burn it
This whitty cash I deserve it
My car and girl both turned me
Said she Oh I need a surgeon
I've been running to the money
And it feels like
I've been racing a turtle, skirt
But boy I got rich so early
I swear I gave my money a curfew
Now all of you niggas alert you
'Cause I got the bits you can't take
Drunken pussy and champainge
And you ain't gonna do a damn thing

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
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[Verse 1:]
You're boyfriends an alchoolic
But Guccis a reefer cheifer
You're girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she's a people pleaser
I'm pourin up 2 liters
And ridin in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitos
One mil on my wife beater
You're boyfriends an alchoolic
But Guccis a reefer cheifer
You're girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she's a people pleaser
I'm pourin up 2 liters
And ridin in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitos
One mil on my wife beater

[Verse 2:]
Party with white people,
Really don't like people
Party tonight but you must
Go with the right people
Bigger than life nigga,
Came with a knife nigga
And he might end his own life
Found out I'm f*cking his wife
Leave her

[Verse 3:]
Gucci's a custom adept
Sex with no feelings attached
Pull to my bachelour pad
Ridin with the top detached
Bumpin' and humping and dripping and something
Damn you're good as one hell of a woman
You telling me something, then telling me nothing
I think about something that keep me from cumming

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane

[Verse 4:]
Ok my crib looks like Baywatch
Don't quit your day job
She walking with nothing
But she leaving my tank top
Lately I've been seeing
More champagne than rain drops
Big only thing missin is
Puff saying we can't stop
Riolling with Jiga but
I'm not a Nets fans
Everything green around me
Like I'm a Jets fan
If it's green and I burn it
This whitty cash I deserve it
My car and girl both turned me
Said she Oh I need a surgeon
I've been running to the money
And it feels like
I've been racing a turtle, skirt
But boy I got rich so early
I swear I gave my money a curfew
Now all of you niggas alert you
'Cause I got the bits you can't take
Drunken pussy and champainge
And you ain't gonna do a damn thing

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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