paroles de chanson Rare - tracehoe

Yea in the back of the lyft I got them racks to my ear
She fucking with me she fucking with somebody rare
I got lil bro mad cause his bitch know what I wear
If 12 get behind me no I don't look in the rear
In the back of the lyft I got them racks to my ear
She fucking with me she fucking with somebody rare
I got lil bro mad cause his bitch know what I wear
If 12 get behind me no I don't look in the rear
I hate to break it you want me to care but I won't
Had to change up my number this bitch wouldn't leave me alone
You can call me a dog cause I chase the bands like a bone
And the prada and number nine denim is what I got on
You worried bout a bitch I'm worried about money 100 ways we not the same
They be like fuck tracehoe no he not cool he not gang
I could give a fuck bout whoever talk cause he lame
Can't put no pussy the only thing you could put is this money in my name
I'm smoking on blue cookie while you roll up that GG
Man she high as fuck she high as fuck off that ZZ
If they don't like me then they don't like themself
Cause I know that they tryna be me
You feel a way you feel a way when you see me
You drive like a bitch put me in that car it go faster
She sucking me up I don't even got to ask her
I walk out the bank I walk out the bank full of laughter
Just walked in the party this bitch tryna fuck with me after
Yea in the back of the lyft I got them racks to my ear
She fucking with me she fucking with somebody rare
I got lil bro mad cause his bitch know what I wear
If 12 get behind me no I don't look in the rear
In the back of the lyft I got them racks to my ear
She fucking with me she fucking with somebody rare
I got lil bro mad cause his bitch know what I wear
If 12 get behind me no I don't look in the rear