Correction Paroles tenracks (remix) par SSGKobe

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You are not him, you are not him
You are not him, you are not him
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks)
(Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks)
(Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks)
(Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks)
(Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks, ten racks)
(Ten racks, ten racks, ten racks)

Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
Ten racks, ten racks, b*t*h, don’t start it
T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
Ten racks, ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
You ready for war, my n***a, you start it
New ARP and that b*t*h got a carbon
New ARP, wanna start some problems
Yeah, brand new ho and this b*t*h a model

I got some lеan in a baby bottle
I’m smokin' on gas, and I go full throttle
Yeah, this somе Runtz, yeah, this Gelato
Yeah, take one hit lil' b*t*h, I waddle
She shake that a**, but it's flat like a waffle
Lil' b*t*h said she bad, but I swear she awful
One, two, three, one, two, three
All my n***as ready for war, there's not no enemies
And that n***a this I owe him something, you not no kin to me
I don't trust this ho, I f**ked this b*t*h, I guess we're frenemies
I just popped a Perc’ and sipped some lean, I got my energy
B*t*h, I got my energy, I got my energy
B*t*h, I know you into me, I’ll show you sh*t you never seen
Said she want a Birkin, b*t*h, you lucky, I'll give you a perky bean
Got more money than your momma n***a, and I’m only seventeen
My n***as off that wocky, said it's smoke my n***a gone spark it
And I got—

Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, don’t start it
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
You ready for war my n***a you start it
New ARP and that b*t*h got a carbon
New ARP, wanna start some problems
Yeah, brand new ho and this b*t*h a model

That white b*t*h all on my c*ck
You got a bag? Go spin that block
I'm finna put that lil' boy in a box
I'm gettin' cake and that n***a is not
These n***as pu**y, they don't wanna fight me
I'm smoking gas and it go to my conscience
Said he gon' shoot me, I know it's not likely
I'm gettin' checks and I feel just like Nike
I feel I got more Supreme than a hypebeast
I'm either rockin' some Ksubi's or ice cream
These n***as pu**y, they sweeter than iced tea
Spend a band on the Glock, how you think that we fighting?
I had my glick when I came in the party
I got a shooter from New York, that's Archii
F**k on that b*t*h in the back of the car
And a young n***a got ten racks, don't start it
Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
Ten racks—Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it

Uh, shake that a**, don't stop it
Shake that, shake that a**, don't stop it
I said she move too exotic
She move, she move too exotic
I stay in L.A., she throw that a**, baby, I let her shake that body
She use my private
I make the lil' hoe look at me when I'm inside it
I be shinin', I be stylin' (oh)
I'm on timin', she on timin'
When I say, "Ten racks, b*t*h don't start it
Ten racks-ten racks, b*t*h don't start it" (Start it)

Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start it
I push an opp in a Harley (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
I brought a hunnid outside (yeah)
She want the chain, n***a, that stay with Carti'
N***a get chokeholded at that party
If the b*t*h bad, I might buy her some Marni
I'm off the drank and I'm acting reta—, uh-uh
He want a fee but he not in a bargain
Uh-uh, hold up, girl, you not, I can't f**k with y'all
I'm like, "Oh my God," I might shoot for fun
These guys laugh like a joke, 'cause they play with the K like he hold onto none
Ten racks, it can't bargain
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h don't start it, yeah
Ten racks, b*t*h don't start it
She get wet, she know I'm poppin', huh
Ten racks, my deposit
If he gon' pay I might go slam em', uh
She wan' shake it, shake it
She can't wait till' she get naked, uh
These b*t*h don't want no problem, uh
My gang move like Osama, uh
This the last time I'ma rap, yeah
Cause' I know these n***as cap
And I know this famous b*t*h wan' suck my d**k
Cause' I told her "sit on my lap"
Baby, I'm not home
She knows I'm on the road
Blicked out on his dome
Told my mans, bring the pole

Gotta get off your a**, gotta get to that bag
She finna throw it back, she finna shake that a**
They wanna f**k with me 'cause they know I'm getting racks
Yeah, that money on me, yeah, you could check the stats
Money pilin' up (Money piling' up)
I'm stacking to the ceiling, high as f**k (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start
Ten racks-Ten racks, b*t*h, don't start
She like, "Where the keys?"
I told her, "It's push to start" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shake that, shake that, shake that
Shake that, shake that, shake that sh*t
How she move, move, move, move
Bust up on that d**k
Finna go zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
When I nut and dip
Bentley coupe, coupe, coupe, coupe
No, that's not my b*t*h (Hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, nah, that's not my b*t*h, I catch a bag Atari
Yeah, I'm in your b*t*h, she off of the Xan, a fan, she up in the party (Ooh)
I pop the Perc in my system
The Perc in my system, I'm movin' my body (Yeah)
B*t*h, do not run up on me, it get choppy
I do not want you, get 'hind me
Yeah, I walked in with my stick like I'm vloggin'
Nah, I don't talk to none of y'all n***as, y'all be floggin' (Yeah)
Brodie pull up robbin', empty pockets
We do not give a f**k who you is, he had five kids
T-T-T-Ten racks, b*t*h, I'm steppin'
Ten racks-ten racks, b*t*h, I'm steppin'
Yeah, pull up in suburbans
Pull up-Pull up in suburbans (Yeah)
I jus' wanna' f**k, baby, please tell me why you curvin'
Know you wanna' f**k, baby jus' tell me why you nervous (Yeah)
Yeah, I hop in the boot up, I hop in the ride, I'm f**kin' your b*t*h and I'm grabbing her thighs
I'm countin' up money, I jus' did it twice, I'm thumbing through hunnids, I made it last night
He run up on me and you know that he dyin'
I had all my n***as, my brodie had slime
I'm f**kin' that b*t*h and I'm off of a Perc
She say that she love me but she do not work
I turn it around and I'm makin' her squirt
This pu**y too gushy, it's going berserk
Yeah, I need all my bad b*t*hes lined up, get to twerkin' (Yeah)
I need all my bad b*t*hes lined up, get to twerkin' (Yeah)
My b*t*h she so bad, b*t*h, she walk out with Birkins

I don't give a f**k what anyone say n***a, Izzy is up next n***a
Izzy is the only n***a that can make the whole underground twerk
All y'all n***as suck my d**k, n***a
Izzy is gon' be up next

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