(Yeah)
I was in the club, man I sipped me a vodka mix
Baddie tryna f*ck with the Rackstar litch
Oh my, I had to pass on that
But, oh shit, I won't pass on this
She want a 5 star seafood dish
Yeah after that, she want 5 star dick
She goin' crazy, bitch goin' schitz
F*ck It up till' I get more than rich
She writing my name all over her tits
I'm goin' insane, bitch I'm doing bits
Who's that? Rackstar?
Yeah, that's this
Yeah, that's us
Yeah, no fuss
Bitch
I gotta win in this shit
Plus, I gotta thrive in this shit
Plus, I gotta swag in this shit
Huh, I'm bouta make me a bankroll
I play in her pussy, console
Why you worried bout' me, go the f*ck home
They moving like I ain't got control, yeah
Brown one, thick, bad
Your daughter, she callin' me dad
I got the flavours inside the pack, huh
Them niggas go out sad
She tryna fiddle, tryna rattle with the don
I'm really tryna put the bruddas on, huh
We goin' up, we gone yeah (Yeah)
My money extend, It's long
Sit back, vibe to the song, huh
Sit back, vibe to the huh
Yeah, hm
I was in the club, man I sipped me a vodka mix
Baddie tryna f*ck with the Rackstar litch
Oh my, I had to pass on that
But, oh shit, I won't pass on this
She want a 5 star seafood dish
Yeah after that, she want 5 star dick
She goin' crazy, bitch goin' schitz
F*ck It up till' I get more than rich
She writing my name all over her tits
I'm goin' insane, bitch I'm doing bits
Who's that? Rackstar?
Yeah, that's this
Yeah, that's us
Yeah, no fuss
Bitch
I gotta win in this shit
Plus, I gotta thrive in this shit
Plus, I gotta swag in this shit
Huh, I'm bouta make me a bankroll
I play in her pussy, console
Why you worried bout' me, go the f*ck home
They moving like I ain't got control, yeah
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English
(Yeah)
I was in the club, man I sipped me a vodka mix
Baddie tryna f*ck with the Rackstar litch
Oh my, I had to pass on that
But, oh shit, I won't pass on this
She want a 5 star seafood dish
Yeah after that, she want 5 star dick
She goin' crazy, bitch goin' schitz
F*ck It up till' I get more than rich
She writing my name all over her tits
I'm goin' insane, bitch I'm doing bits
Who's that? Rackstar?
Yeah, that's this
Yeah, that's us
Yeah, no fuss
Bitch
I gotta win in this shit
Plus, I gotta thrive in this shit
Plus, I gotta swag in this shit
Huh, I'm bouta make me a bankroll
I play in her pussy, console
Why you worried bout' me, go the f*ck home
They moving like I ain't got control, yeah
Brown one, thick, bad
Your daughter, she callin' me dad
I got the flavours inside the pack, huh
Them niggas go out sad
She tryna fiddle, tryna rattle with the don
I'm really tryna put the bruddas on, huh
We goin' up, we gone yeah (Yeah)
My money extend, It's long
Sit back, vibe to the song, huh
Sit back, vibe to the huh
Yeah, hm
I was in the club, man I sipped me a vodka mix
Baddie tryna f*ck with the Rackstar litch
Oh my, I had to pass on that
But, oh shit, I won't pass on this
She want a 5 star seafood dish
Yeah after that, she want 5 star dick
She goin' crazy, bitch goin' schitz
F*ck It up till' I get more than rich
She writing my name all over her tits
I'm goin' insane, bitch I'm doing bits
Who's that? Rackstar?
Yeah, that's this
Yeah, that's us
Yeah, no fuss
Bitch
I gotta win in this shit
Plus, I gotta thrive in this shit
Plus, I gotta swag in this shit
Huh, I'm bouta make me a bankroll
I play in her pussy, console
Why you worried bout' me, go the f*ck home
They moving like I ain't got control, yeah
I was in the club, man I sipped me a vodka mix
Baddie tryna f*ck with the Rackstar litch
Oh my, I had to pass on that
But, oh shit, I won't pass on this
She want a 5 star seafood dish
Yeah after that, she want 5 star dick
She goin' crazy, bitch goin' schitz
F*ck It up till' I get more than rich
She writing my name all over her tits
I'm goin' insane, bitch I'm doing bits
Who's that? Rackstar?
Yeah, that's this
Yeah, that's us
Yeah, no fuss
Bitch
I gotta win in this shit
Plus, I gotta thrive in this shit
Plus, I gotta swag in this shit
Huh, I'm bouta make me a bankroll
I play in her pussy, console
Why you worried bout' me, go the f*ck home
They moving like I ain't got control, yeah
Brown one, thick, bad
Your daughter, she callin' me dad
I got the flavours inside the pack, huh
Them niggas go out sad
She tryna fiddle, tryna rattle with the don
I'm really tryna put the bruddas on, huh
We goin' up, we gone yeah (Yeah)
My money extend, It's long
Sit back, vibe to the song, huh
Sit back, vibe to the huh
Yeah, hm
I was in the club, man I sipped me a vodka mix
Baddie tryna f*ck with the Rackstar litch
Oh my, I had to pass on that
But, oh shit, I won't pass on this
She want a 5 star seafood dish
Yeah after that, she want 5 star dick
She goin' crazy, bitch goin' schitz
F*ck It up till' I get more than rich
She writing my name all over her tits
I'm goin' insane, bitch I'm doing bits
Who's that? Rackstar?
Yeah, that's this
Yeah, that's us
Yeah, no fuss
Bitch
I gotta win in this shit
Plus, I gotta thrive in this shit
Plus, I gotta swag in this shit
Huh, I'm bouta make me a bankroll
I play in her pussy, console
Why you worried bout' me, go the f*ck home
They moving like I ain't got control, yeah
Writer: Javan Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
