Paroles de 'Racks To The Ceiling (feat. Tory Lanez)' par Lil Pump

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Ooh
Jetski, brr
Bitch
Oh my God, Ronny

Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin'

Watch how I blow 2 million
Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh
All of my whips came tinted
None of my cars ain't rented, ooh, uh
Balmain and Celine, off a molly and a bean, yeah
This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme
She said tussie, not pussy, my diamonds thеy wet like jacuzzi, yeah
I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh
I got 10 guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty
Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh
Go from the jets to the Jetski, your baby mama want sex me, uh
She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', baguettes, uh
Step on my bitch in Guiseppe's, I'm in Ukraine with a semi
All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me

Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin'

She wanna fuck with Umbrella
But her friend ugly, I told her: Hold up, lil' fella
When they send it, my cash extended
As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller
I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar
Lil' bitch calling me rude, hating all of my views
Bitch, you fat as my pockets, you know I'ma tell her
I hit that bitch with a wing
Fuck her in the bathroom, washing my dick in the sink
If it's a ting, it's a ting
Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doing 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 lying 'bout fling, after fling, after fling, after—, hmm
Wearing this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse
How many 100 dollar bands a boobie can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?
Touching way too much cash for me to care 'bout
Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout
These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AR with the shot
I let the AR come and air out, woo

Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give no fuck how you feelin'

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