Stacks In My Slacks Testo
Testo Stacks In My Slacks
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Yeah, I put in work, I got stacks in my slacks
This jacket cost some racks, I can't spill nothin' on that
Yeah, she said my dick like crack
Yeah, let her ride up on her vent, huh
Yeah, rob that nigga with no mask
Yeah, that's a 100K in cash
Yeah, put my feet up and relax
Yeah, sippin' champagne out the glass
Huh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ayy, real water, diamonds make 'em stare, yeah
Hittin' out the lot, [?], oh
Got a lotta money like a fair
Yeah, ayy, man, this shit ain't come easy, ayy
Fuck your bitch, I leave her greasy
I like water, lil' hoe wanna tease me, huh
Come around, I just need you to please me
Uh, I put some ice on my wrist like it's broke
These niggas be lyin', call that boy Pinocchio
Oh, that's your hoe? I seen her front row at the show
I took her home, you don't wanna know what went on
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
My money legal I don't trap
Ooh yeah
I love that money and I won't cheat on 'em racks, yeah
Huh, ayy, I ain't cheatin' on 'em racks, huh, ayy
Fuck your hoe, and give her back, yeah
If it ain't 'bout money then don't hit my chat, uh, yeah, huh Slap a nigga with the MAC, ayy, huh
Slap a nigga with the fire, yeah
Fuck around and pop a perc, OD and die, yeah
Nigga think he sweet and come around and try, oh, yeah
I feel like R. Kelly, yeah, I can fly
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Hit her from the back, pull on her hair
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Straight out this jungle with the lion, tiger, bear
Yeah, I put in work, I got stacks in my slacks
This jacket cost some racks, I can't spill nothin' on that
Yeah, she said my dick like crack, huh
Yeah, let her ride up on her vent, huh
Yeah, ride a nigga with no mask
Yeah, that's a 100K in cash
Yeah, put my feet up and relax
Yeah, sippin' champagne out the glass
Yeah, I put in work, I got stacks in my slacks
This jacket cost some racks, I can't spill nothin' on that
Yeah, she said my dick like crack
Yeah, let her ride up on her vent, huh
Yeah, rob that nigga with no mask
Yeah, that's a 100K in cash
Yeah, put my feet up and relax
Yeah, sippin' champagne out the glass
Huh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ayy, real water, diamonds make 'em stare, yeah
Hittin' out the lot, [?], oh
Got a lotta money like a fair
Yeah, ayy, man, this shit ain't come easy, ayy
Fuck your bitch, I leave her greasy
I like water, lil' hoe wanna tease me, huh
Come around, I just need you to please me
Uh, I put some ice on my wrist like it's broke
These niggas be lyin', call that boy Pinocchio
Oh, that's your hoe? I seen her front row at the show
I took her home, you don't wanna know what went on
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
My money legal I don't trap
Ooh yeah
I love that money and I won't cheat on 'em racks, yeah
Huh, ayy, I ain't cheatin' on 'em racks, huh, ayy
Fuck your hoe, and give her back, yeah
If it ain't 'bout money then don't hit my chat, uh, yeah, huh Slap a nigga with the MAC, ayy, huh
Slap a nigga with the fire, yeah
Fuck around and pop a perc, OD and die, yeah
Nigga think he sweet and come around and try, oh, yeah
I feel like R. Kelly, yeah, I can fly
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Hit her from the back, pull on her hair
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Straight out this jungle with the lion, tiger, bear
Yeah, I put in work, I got stacks in my slacks
This jacket cost some racks, I can't spill nothin' on that
Yeah, she said my dick like crack, huh
Yeah, let her ride up on her vent, huh
Yeah, ride a nigga with no mask
Yeah, that's a 100K in cash
Yeah, put my feet up and relax
Yeah, sippin' champagne out the glass
Vas Coleman, Jazz Butler
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