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Kidnapped II (Real Rack Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Zay Bcuz
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Xarius Hampton




Zay Bcuz - Kidnapped II (Real Rack Freestyle) Lyrics




This is one hella of a pavement
All of this shit just amaze me
Used to be down in the basement
Now we on top floors with majors
I'm only signing some papers
If that shit makin me paper
All of my niggas stay working and I talking bout no minimum wages

Y'all niggas boy band y'all break up
I master all that I take up
She just got her some new make up
Beat up the face like a paint brush
I'm from the land where we take stuff
This shit real rack ain't no fake bruh
Better start keeping ya pace up
Look at my check like a pay stub

Mandeaux just dropped off the pesos
I know that we got it he all bout them digits
He came a long way from pots and them pans in the kitchen
And whippin them chickens
Used to be fried teriyaki or Lemmon peeper if you want it that's dinner
Never touch dog food that raw mood
I don't need them favors we not no beginners

Talk a lot of shit on camera
We ain't even study what you sayin bruh
F*ckin up a check at follies on the dollies
What you call me she hollering
Like a siren good timing
And it stay on the hip like a Siamese
Never broke down a brick but don't try me
F*ck her good send her back all smiling

Damn
That's just the way that I am
Taxing me like Uncle Sam
You bouta f*ck up the plan
My ages me doin some damn
Tried Asian but never again
She sayin we never be friends
But real rack can't never pretend
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English

This is one hella of a pavement
All of this shit just amaze me
Used to be down in the basement
Now we on top floors with majors
I'm only signing some papers
If that shit makin me paper
All of my niggas stay working and I talking bout no minimum wages

Y'all niggas boy band y'all break up
I master all that I take up
She just got her some new make up
Beat up the face like a paint brush
I'm from the land where we take stuff
This shit real rack ain't no fake bruh
Better start keeping ya pace up
Look at my check like a pay stub

Mandeaux just dropped off the pesos
I know that we got it he all bout them digits
He came a long way from pots and them pans in the kitchen
And whippin them chickens
Used to be fried teriyaki or Lemmon peeper if you want it that's dinner
Never touch dog food that raw mood
I don't need them favors we not no beginners

Talk a lot of shit on camera
We ain't even study what you sayin bruh
F*ckin up a check at follies on the dollies
What you call me she hollering
Like a siren good timing
And it stay on the hip like a Siamese
Never broke down a brick but don't try me
F*ck her good send her back all smiling

Damn
That's just the way that I am
Taxing me like Uncle Sam
You bouta f*ck up the plan
My ages me doin some damn
Tried Asian but never again
She sayin we never be friends
But real rack can't never pretend
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Writer: Xarius Hampton
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