I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do
Thank you, darly Buy the barry I can admit I likes to party I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy When I heist, I'mma drips My pricey garmy (garment) I'm the swami Hyphy hip-cat I'm "freaky-fit-that" I could I could rrrrr-ip-pap Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a bitch,-that's spicy! Get that!
I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do
Ayo P. Do that freaky jam on the beat Iz you with that butter shit-that, that *bonne vie? Did you divvy, did you double dig that? That song sings- freaky deeky, Whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing) Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese That's a chicken w/ her head off That's that bitch that won't be with her Official with that with that whole steez Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave nigga
They shootin' in the parking lot Everybody get low They shootin' in the parking lot It ain't where you wanna go Now standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya
Ice the berg, white’s the fur IMS IN THE HOUSE LIKE NICE SUBURB Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr Peter pipe been about my pint for sure! Ims a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse I'm little red ride ride the verse My shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt? (laugh)
I got racks, racks, racks til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch A thong get lost in a fat ass bitch I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam
They shootin' in the parking lot - Everybody get low They shootin' in the parking lot It ain't where you wanna go Now stand by soldier, stand by soldier And work it- whip that muthafuckin ass like I told ya! Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya (Birds Chirping)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
