One rack, two rack, three rack, five rack, ten rack
Flare
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
I'm feelin' saucy
Dressin' on me, thousand dollars (yeah)
I'm feelin' bossy
My bitch could lease two thousand (my bitch bad)
The fits' on, it cost me at least a couple thousand (a big racks)
My niggas that came up, they used to run in houses
The real talk, no cap, a young nigga got it (nope)
A real talk, no cap, I keep the fire beside me (that thirty on me)
And f*ck what they say, they better call Simon
Diamond teeth be shinin', my hair on Frankie Lymon
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
Do the girl, she with the Gucci, watch mix and match, yeah
Money phone to my ears, sorry, Hov, I'm rich
Balenciaga trousers with the slippers, keep it classy
The drip is so priced that she can't afford to match me
A real talk, y'all care, ya niggas ain't exclusive (y'all care)
I real talk, y'all care, I woulda work a movie (ya lame, nigga)
And watch me make a move
Rockin' jeans and all the rubies (ice!)
Skateboardin' like I'm schoolin'
Watch [disgrace?] salute me
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
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One rack, two rack, three rack, five rack, ten rack
Flare
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
I'm feelin' saucy
Dressin' on me, thousand dollars (yeah)
I'm feelin' bossy
My bitch could lease two thousand (my bitch bad)
The fits' on, it cost me at least a couple thousand (a big racks)
My niggas that came up, they used to run in houses
The real talk, no cap, a young nigga got it (nope)
A real talk, no cap, I keep the fire beside me (that thirty on me)
And f*ck what they say, they better call Simon
Diamond teeth be shinin', my hair on Frankie Lymon
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
Do the girl, she with the Gucci, watch mix and match, yeah
Money phone to my ears, sorry, Hov, I'm rich
Balenciaga trousers with the slippers, keep it classy
The drip is so priced that she can't afford to match me
A real talk, y'all care, ya niggas ain't exclusive (y'all care)
I real talk, y'all care, I woulda work a movie (ya lame, nigga)
And watch me make a move
Rockin' jeans and all the rubies (ice!)
Skateboardin' like I'm schoolin'
Watch [disgrace?] salute me
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
Flare
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
I'm feelin' saucy
Dressin' on me, thousand dollars (yeah)
I'm feelin' bossy
My bitch could lease two thousand (my bitch bad)
The fits' on, it cost me at least a couple thousand (a big racks)
My niggas that came up, they used to run in houses
The real talk, no cap, a young nigga got it (nope)
A real talk, no cap, I keep the fire beside me (that thirty on me)
And f*ck what they say, they better call Simon
Diamond teeth be shinin', my hair on Frankie Lymon
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
Do the girl, she with the Gucci, watch mix and match, yeah
Money phone to my ears, sorry, Hov, I'm rich
Balenciaga trousers with the slippers, keep it classy
The drip is so priced that she can't afford to match me
A real talk, y'all care, ya niggas ain't exclusive (y'all care)
I real talk, y'all care, I woulda work a movie (ya lame, nigga)
And watch me make a move
Rockin' jeans and all the rubies (ice!)
Skateboardin' like I'm schoolin'
Watch [disgrace?] salute me
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist (hey!)
Shoe like carbon, my diamonds icy (they icy)
My main bitch, she pricey (woah)
Side bitch, feisty (feisty)
The bih too stylish, don't need no stylist
Rock and roll it
LaFlare, I'm fully loaded
She motorbikin', but mama came and rode me
I been a soldier
[?], I know ya
Them big rack is on me
God damn, can't even fold them
Writer: Maurice Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © AL B SMOOV PUBLISHING