Rack City(Album Version (Explicit))

Track byTyga

  • 2012.01.01
  • 3:23


[Hook] Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? [Wale] Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw Rack, Rack City shit Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a while I'mma be up with them ounces, I'll see you when you out Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya' But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle Yeah, Rack, Rack City shit She ain't right like them old rap city skits I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26 [Chorus - Tyga] Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3] Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch [Fabolous] Silver Emblem, 2 black Rs Who's that in the nice black car? Autops came back up, results are? Cause of death…bars Gotta killa fo, fo the llama Gotta killa hoe, half Columbiana Half Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-a Work out a little bit, get the rest from her mama Black city Bitch, Black outta '03 California king kush, black out from OG You made ya death bed, now lay in it The end is here, start sayin it [Young Jeezy] I'm in my other car, bout to get my other car You like to talk to him, man, it's a seminar 12 carats, man that's all ears 1 through 6, man, it's all years Got mah other broad talking with my other broad All them in the back talking to mah other broad Ok lil lay we gotta full something 3 bitches in my bed, bout 4 something Sal and my nigga hit that He ain't nuttin, Sal and my nigga split that Suit game, bag it, she might know something But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something Yeah you know what that mean, you tonight girl But if your bull, I'll leave ya wit a white girl It's all we doing nigga, ass n' tits A-town nigga, yeah, strap six [Chorus x2] Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3] Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch [Tyga] Black 4s, red drop head doors Got ya whore doing shit that's uncalled for I see these bitches callin…I just hit ignore James bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre, Ain't got 'em? Erry blood goin stop 'em 120 in the ghost take the bitch shoppin Niggas will open it up, cuz they ain't poppin Ain't got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commas Red headorama, Rack City Junk yarding I be ahead of these nigga Last King, Guillotine YMCMB Nigga take defeat Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my nigga Meek [Meek Mill] Meek Milly, Racked up Racked out And I'll be countin money till I pass out Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash house And I'll be sayin something when I mash out In the Lambo lookin like a fly I shine like somthin in the sky These haters hope I hurry up and die Cuz my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye [T.I.] Me and three females in the CL Pink toe nails tell like a beached whale Tell 'em all betta keep it on the DL No phone, no twitter, no email Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear Fall the King of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit Pocket racked up, all big faces At the party crib, full of broads all naked Rosé cases, We pop daily We stay faded, need no occasion Latins and Asians, Black, Caucasian I'll go crazy for days in amazement [Chorus x2] Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3] Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch