Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
Who that on the Is she that on the pole?

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, quarterbacking
My money for folarin, but you do not get to
Rack, City shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be out with owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the
Fuck judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack City
She ain't right them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas they 26
I'm being honest with em', yall being sloppy
Try to be with em', why is you trippin' homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you a honda civic
Haters is dimmer, pockets is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you niggas is master
I got enough to peel out, I got alot to out
Bitches don't clap their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's to live out Atlanta with out makin' this a habit
A habit it sucks, it to you if you ain't got it
She say this shit for college, I told her drop her a

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
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Live from the Lamont's
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black Black City
All black on some jigga shit
Couple shows gave a nigga
Couple broads wanna fuck, should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma book ya'
to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
Takin' over the scene, stacks for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you ass like brake lights
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna
nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me a fuckin' coaster
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
asses everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
This is all my
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
my d-o-g's
Blowin' long beach
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin'
Rack City, Rack City she a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
Who that on the Is she that on the pole?