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Love scars 2 / rack city - text


(Trippie redd)

Ooh, ayee
14,14,14, babe yeah

In rack city couting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone
Rocket got them pints for the low
Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow

Murder what she wrote
We came trought and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned

Rack city blowing dope, bitch
She off the molly and the coke, bitch
You wan' touch then you get poked, bitch
Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch.


They thought i was dead but i'm still alive
I just needed time to relax bitch
I just needed time, now i'm back bitch
The money coming faster than an evidence

Please play this at my funeral
If die tomorrow tell my mama that i'm sorry for
the life i chose

But this the life i chose
Mama i'm sorry
This is the life for me
Nobody loves me but me

I fucked my girl last week
Told her get on her knees
Then she sucked on my D
Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain't fuckin' witch me
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

(Chris King)

I see more tombstones, that the undertaker
And if we fuck now we can't cuddle later
The chopper make roaches catter, fuck and huddle breaker
This MAC, i aim it at your face, i cannot make up

Brrat, i got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica
Smoke, this thing i'm shooting fuck up god's creation
Ah, you the best, who am i replacing
Whoa, oh that's a vest?
well it's your mind i'm aimed at

Scars of love from warfare witch automatics
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
Stupid bitch fuck me over, i get it, i still miss her woah

In rack city counting up a four
I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone

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