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lirik lagu rackays – damedot

[intro]
(good looking, wuan)
are you in the mafia?
am i in the what?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste*management business
everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up (real gutta sh*t)
it’s a stereotype, and it’s offensive
woo

[chorus]
she a freaky, freaky (she a freaky), she be geekin’, geekin’
i be tweakin’, tweakin’, look too hard, i’m squeezin’
fly a b*tch to la for the weekend, it’s rich n*gga season (whew, whew)
she dm me talkin’ ’bout she a demon (let’s get it), get you wrapped up, i don’t need a reason
b*tch, i’m payin’ with rackays, i don’t need a visa (rackays, rackays)
fresh talkin’ sh*t, ho say i’m a preacher, i don’t need a ho, a ho need me (mwah, mwah)
i’m a rich b*tch dream, broke ho nightmare
buy a n*gga whole bag if the price fair
[verse 1]
takin’ sh*t, let me get behind it, lil’ b*tch, take this d*ck (ayy, ayy)
take this fl!ck, amiris with the bears cost me fifteen cent
my shoes a rack, i can’t blame a b*tch if she leave her n*gga
keep your n*gga, he should drive a tow truck, tryna repo b*tches (woo)
you don’t want me anyway, i cheat on b*tches, hm
put these hoes right in the blender when i meet these b*tches
take no disrespect, that go for b*tches, n*ggas, consequences vary (whew)
no, we can’t get married, ar got the cherry
that’s the red light on the neck, look like my sh*t got some headlice on it (ice, ice, ice)
ain’t sh*t on these choppers, we got standard, dummy, macaroni
swiss cheese n*ggas’ spots down, make a b*tch leave
b*tch, please, soon as my eyes open, n*gga get cheese (woo)

[chorus]
she a freaky, freaky, she be geekin’, geekin’ (she geekin’)
i be tweakin’, tweakin’, look too hard, i’m squeezin’ (squeezin’)
fly a b*tch to la for the weekend, it’s rich n*gga season (whew, whew)
she dm me talkin’ ’bout she a demon, get you wrapped up, i don’t need a reason
b*tch, i’m payin’ with rackays, i don’t need a visa (rackays, rackays)
fresh talkin’ sh*t, ho say i’m a preacher, i don’t need a ho, a ho need me (mwah, mwah)
i’m a rich b*tch dream, broke ho nightmare
buy a n*gga whole bag if the price fair

[verse 2]
run off on a n*gga, want some smoke? we gon’ run up (run up)
top down when the sun up, gotta know where you gotta stay, down, ’til you come up (yeah)
i’m a broke ho nightmare, no cap, or i can be a rich b*tch dream (whew)
[?][2:06] no, you can’t sit with me (h*ll nah)
shoot the bag down to tennesee, when i make it back home, n*gga gon’ be up
neck, wrist all filled with chunks (ice), countin’ racks, smokin’ big*ass blunts of runtz
got fish poppin’ out the water, i’ma go ahead and name this dolphin
n*gga, why is you talkin’? (shut up), i got texas tea, but i ain’t in austin
got her b*tchin’— uh, say it ain’t really n*ggas out there (oh, it ain’t?)
i’ma tryna make a milli’ out there (i am), get a yop and a pistol out there (yeah)
hm, fly a b*tch to detroit for a day (day), i’m not ’bout to play (no)
i told wuana, “go get us an eight and make sure it’s straight” (good looking, wuan, let’s go)
damedot
[chorus]
she a freaky, freaky (she a freaky), she be geekin’, geekin’ (she geekin’)
i be tweakin’, tweakin’ (woo), look too hard, i’m squeezin’
fly a b*tch to la for the weekend (la), it’s rich n*gga season (whew, whew, whew, whew, whew)
she dm me talkin’ ’bout she a demon (let’s get it), get you wrapped up, i don’t need—
b*tch, i’m payin’ with rackays, i don’t need a visa (rackays, rackays, rackays)
fresh talkin’ sh*t, ho say i’m a preacher, i don’t need a ho, a ho need me (need me, b*tch)
i’m a rich b*tch dream (yeah), broke ho nightmare
buy a n*gga whole bag if the price fair (n*gga)

- damedot

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