Yeah
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Yeah that pussy got me in a trance
Feelin' crazy might just take a chance
Triple threat you know I got the stance
Half a grand just to hold my pants
Designer sur moi like we in France
Givenchy on my collar
YSL my fragrance
Drippin' on racks
And I'm poppin' off tags
Smokin' on packs
While I'm grabbin' the bags
Look at the stack
Poppin' on tracks
Spit so fast
I unload the mag
Super swag
Nike mag
Copped a new phone
And this shit don't lag
Gucci rag
Red and white
Bitch rep the flag
Got the sixth sense
That make these bitches get tense
High roller big ticket
Bitch I'm the fence
Lyrically hypnotic
I'm feelin' like Vic Mens
I got the mic
And there's no defence
So to the bars I commence
Only bands no cents
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Yeah that pussy got me in a trance
Feeling crazy might just take a chance
Triple threat you know I got the stance
Half a grand just to hold my pants
Designer sur moi like we in France
Givenchy on my collar
YSL my fragrance
Blacked out Cadillac
Semi automatic
Never lack
Patriotic to my rap
Never had my phone on tap
With the cash
I'm doin' laps
Smoke a dap
Spendin' bands
F*ck a cap
Drip on my wrist
Call that aqua from a tap
1050 that's a map
Doin' shit that's only sav
Big body pull up in a rav
Pop pop
Always on the mark
Never at a loss
Bitch I am the boss
Hit 'em with the double cross
Your girl I can sauce
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
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Yeah
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Yeah that pussy got me in a trance
Feelin' crazy might just take a chance
Triple threat you know I got the stance
Half a grand just to hold my pants
Designer sur moi like we in France
Givenchy on my collar
YSL my fragrance
Drippin' on racks
And I'm poppin' off tags
Smokin' on packs
While I'm grabbin' the bags
Look at the stack
Poppin' on tracks
Spit so fast
I unload the mag
Super swag
Nike mag
Copped a new phone
And this shit don't lag
Gucci rag
Red and white
Bitch rep the flag
Got the sixth sense
That make these bitches get tense
High roller big ticket
Bitch I'm the fence
Lyrically hypnotic
I'm feelin' like Vic Mens
I got the mic
And there's no defence
So to the bars I commence
Only bands no cents
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Yeah that pussy got me in a trance
Feeling crazy might just take a chance
Triple threat you know I got the stance
Half a grand just to hold my pants
Designer sur moi like we in France
Givenchy on my collar
YSL my fragrance
Blacked out Cadillac
Semi automatic
Never lack
Patriotic to my rap
Never had my phone on tap
With the cash
I'm doin' laps
Smoke a dap
Spendin' bands
F*ck a cap
Drip on my wrist
Call that aqua from a tap
1050 that's a map
Doin' shit that's only sav
Big body pull up in a rav
Pop pop
Always on the mark
Never at a loss
Bitch I am the boss
Hit 'em with the double cross
Your girl I can sauce
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Yeah that pussy got me in a trance
Feelin' crazy might just take a chance
Triple threat you know I got the stance
Half a grand just to hold my pants
Designer sur moi like we in France
Givenchy on my collar
YSL my fragrance
Drippin' on racks
And I'm poppin' off tags
Smokin' on packs
While I'm grabbin' the bags
Look at the stack
Poppin' on tracks
Spit so fast
I unload the mag
Super swag
Nike mag
Copped a new phone
And this shit don't lag
Gucci rag
Red and white
Bitch rep the flag
Got the sixth sense
That make these bitches get tense
High roller big ticket
Bitch I'm the fence
Lyrically hypnotic
I'm feelin' like Vic Mens
I got the mic
And there's no defence
So to the bars I commence
Only bands no cents
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Yeah that pussy got me in a trance
Feeling crazy might just take a chance
Triple threat you know I got the stance
Half a grand just to hold my pants
Designer sur moi like we in France
Givenchy on my collar
YSL my fragrance
Blacked out Cadillac
Semi automatic
Never lack
Patriotic to my rap
Never had my phone on tap
With the cash
I'm doin' laps
Smoke a dap
Spendin' bands
F*ck a cap
Drip on my wrist
Call that aqua from a tap
1050 that's a map
Doin' shit that's only sav
Big body pull up in a rav
Pop pop
Always on the mark
Never at a loss
Bitch I am the boss
Hit 'em with the double cross
Your girl I can sauce
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I could throw some racks that make her dance
I made her forget you was her man
Aye aye
Tell her hop in my lamb
I could throw some racks that make her dance
Writer: Tamjeed Arif
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid