Meek Mill
Meek Mill - Racked Up Shawty lyrics
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Chorus: It's a lifestyle nigger Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty Racks all over my wrist, racks all over my neck I spend racks all over my bitch Look at these racks all over my check Nigger, I'm racked up, and I'm racked out Fuck a bitch, she tap out Fuck a bitch, now pass out My pockets... don't stack house Cause I ball out, I'm twanged out All black may vex out You all niggers just... shit And I let a shit that I rap about These racks came from my crack house Dirty money like diddy Damn, these niggers ain't nothing saint Got thirty of that fifty! Tell them hoes that I'm busy Tell them hoes that I'm bowling ... why is all keep calling? You all niggers be frowning Acting like you got it ... that's racks off my pocket Chorus: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty My shoes cost me a ride, my outfit off the... My present into rolly, I'm calling up the... shit Damn, I'm in the rap shit, two maserati Won't kiss me in that... that's worth a... That's worth a... Rest in peace to the... Kill niggers for acting, rest in peace that are legends Catch me in that ass... I'm what's up for asking They talk behind my bitch back, they must have seen her ass... From... town like the... Pop pills, no aspirin, like a sky slope in aspen It's going down, going down I broke my sky racks... Chorus: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty You're racked up, I'm racked down Black ferrari blacked out Black friday, black now Pop the space, black jack Bitch, I'm hot than... Made you fifty this week Hottest bitch all in, Bowling bitch, sports in! ... tore her over mix-tape. Backed up shawty, chain... Came here with one bitch, left out with forty. Show my homie... show my homie... Load the crib a couple mil, and I ain't trying to break... Cold boy that maybach, that bad boy, that stay strap Here it goes, fuck that maybach... Chorus: Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these bitches call me racked up shawty