Rack City (Remix) Lyrics

"Rack City (Remix)" was written by Stevenson, Michael / Mcfarlane, Dijon.
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[Wale]
Who that on the pole? It's you that on the pole
Who that on the pole? It's you that on the pole
Who that on the pole? It's you that on the pole
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, quarterbacking hoes
My money fourth and long, but you don't get to throw
Rack, rack city shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, Ima be here for a while
Ima be up with them owls, just to 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

[Hook]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Fabolous]
Silver emblem two black R's
Who's that in the nice black car
Autopsy came back the results are...
Cause of death? Bars
Got a killer flow from the llama
Got a killer ho half Colombiana
Half Dominicana
Poke out from behind her
Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceeee)
Black city bitch black out a old 3
California king kush black out from OG
You made your death bed now lay in it
The end is here start saying it

[Young Jeezy]
I'm in my other car
'bout to get my other car
They like talk to em Young
This a seminar
Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears
One through six yeah that's all gears
I got my other broad talkin' to my other broad
While I'm in the back talkin' to my other broad
Okay! Look like we gotta got a foursome
Three bitches in my bed, 'bout four some'n
Yeah see I let my nigga hit that
Yeah I ain't done
See I let my nigga split that
Shoe game bad yeah she might know something
But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something
Yeah you know it just me and you tonight girl
But if you bullshit I leave you with a white girl
You know how we do it nigga: ass, titties
A-Town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

[Hook]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga]
Black fours red drop head doors
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
I see the bitches calling I just hit ignore
James Bond, Tom Ford outta haute couture
We ain't got em'? Every block gon spot em'
120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping
Niggas is openin' up, cause they ain't popping
Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas
Red head of ramen wreck shit junk yard it
I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine
YMCMB, nigga, take defeat ?
Pack a bad bitch then I pass it to my nigga Meek

[Meek Mill]
Meek milly racked up racked out
And I be countin' money till I pass out
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
And I be saying somethin' when I mash out
In the Lambo looking like a fly
I shine like something in the sky
These haters hope I hurry up and die
Cause my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye

[T.I.]
Me and three females in the CL
Pink toenails tail like a beached whale
Tell em all better keep it on the DL
No phone no twitter, no email
Diamonds in the chain, none in arrears
Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit
Pocket racked up all big faces
After party crib full of broads all naked
Rose cases, we pop daily
We stay faded, need no occasion
Latin and Asians, Black, Caucasian
All go crazy for days in amazement

[Hook]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

Songwriters
Stevenson, Michael / Mcfarlane, Dijon

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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