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Racks
76
Hip-Hop/Rap
Racks è stato pubblicato il 13 novembre 2019 da RUN come parte dell'album Knowhere
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Data di uscita13 novembre 2019
EtichettaRUN
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM179

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DillanPonders
DillanPonders
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DillanPonders
DillanPonders
Composer

Testi

[Verse 1]
Came through the back, hit the stage, that's a rack
Hoes tryna get backstage after that
We just met, how the hell you so attached?
Need my RACKS, better pay me in cash
Just came through the back, hit the stage, gave me RACKS
Hoes tryna get backstage after that
We just met, how the hell you so attached?
Need my RACKS, better pay me in cash
[Verse 2]
Got no problem leavin' you in the past
Fee fi fo fum when I walk past
If I see a man I don't like, I might spazz
Got no problem puttin' y'all on blast
Y'all already know that the price goin' up
Where I'm at now took a little more than luck
Got a lot to do, man, I'm always on the go
Cookin' up crack, you can call me the plug
[Verse 3]
Takin' my time, man, you can't rush me
Openin' doors, you would think I cut keys
Downtown **** with a west side flow
Never show a ho your best side, bro
Showin' me respect but they talk down too
Watch how you talk when I walk round you
Doin' what I love and I do it every day
I ain't pullin' up 'less a **** gettin' paid
[Verse 4]
Came through the back, hit the stage, that's a rack
Hoes tryna get backstage after that
We just met, how the hell you so attached?
Need my RACKS, better pay me in cash
Just came through the back, hit the stage, gimme RACKS
Hoes tryna get backstage after that
We just met, how the hell you so attached?
Need my RACKS, better pay me in cash
[Verse 5]
Life's a bitch, treat her right, you might get rich
Lotta people tryna doubt me, still I got 'em clenching fists
Real shit, I got 'em pissed
I'ma never call it quits life is like a game of poker
Walk away with all the chips, every day I'm taking risks
Something' shiny on my wrist
I been runnin' away from Satan, he behind me in the whip
What a trip, bought a zip, gotta keep it on my hip
I got e'ry ho droolin', they be drownin' in the drip
[Verse 6]
No cap, fuck a check, all cash, then I dip real fast
Gettin' ripped in the back of the whip
Fans wonder who it is, can't see through the tint
They been spreadin' lies and I find it so absurd
But a good shepherd doesn't trip over what he herd
They should call me Joe 'cause I'm really from the dirt
Modify the weather just to kill us, that's for sure
Pay me in cash, fuck a check, you better learn
[Verse 7]
Came through the back, hit the stage, that's a rack
Hoes tryna get backstage after that
We just met, how the hell you so attached?
Need my RACKS, better pay me in cash
Just came through the back, hit the stage, gimme RACKS
Hoes tryna get backstage after that
We just met, how the hell you so attached?
Need my RACKS, better pay me in cash
Written by: DillanPonders
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