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Racks to the Ceiling
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Lil Pump & Ronny J
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Ooh Jetski, brr B*t*h (Oh my God, Ronny) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a f**k how you feelin', ooh (Brr) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeet**) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a f**k how you feelin', ooh (Ooh) Watch how I blow through a million Dive in the pu**y, esskeet**, ooh (Yeah) All of my whips came tinted None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (Woah), uh Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay) This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme (Supremе) She said, "Tussie, not pu**y" (Huh?), my diamonds, they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay) I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh) I got ten guns at my house, this sh*t look like Call of Duty (Baow, baow-baow) Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh (Ooh, damn) Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' sex me, uh (Come here) She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (Uh, wet) Step on my b*t*h in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh? Baow) All my jewelry, no security, dare a n***a try to test me (Huh? I dare you, ooh) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah) I give a f**k how you feelin', ooh (Brr) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeet**) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a f**k how you feelin' (Ooh) She wanna f**k with Umbrella But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella" Windex scented, my cash extended As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar Lil' b*t*h callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views "B*t*h, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her I hit that b*t*h with a wink F**k her in the bathroom, washin' my d**k in the sink If it's a ting, it's a ting Bobbin' and weavin' that pu**y and doin' my thing in the ring I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link after link after link I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships, I be lyin' 'bout fling after fling after fling after f-, hmm Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out? Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout Still'll come kill a n***a 'bout my payout These n***as talkin' hot, I feel like A.I. with the shot I let the AR come and air out, woo Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory) Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil' Tory) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a f**k how you feelin', ooh (Ooh, brr) Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeet**) Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a f**k how you feelin' (Ooh)
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