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On the seventh day of Christmas, I got some racks Eighth day of Christmas, I got some packs (Ayy) When I roll it up, it too loud, you know it's thrax Is it Santa or a reindeer? No, it's a bag Smokin' on exotic, yeah, this shit got me relaxed (Ayy) Took a trip to outer space, I don't know where I'm at I went back to the future, don't worry, I'll be back Mixed Givenchy with the Gucci and this shit don't even match I'm just tryna get a mil, watch it stack up When it all fall down, pick back up (Ayy) Bitch, I did it by my lone, ain't no backup And if you want me on your song, get your racks up But when that price go up, you wish you had it I told you I'd do it, told you I ain't average (Ayy) This shit crazy when I rap, this shit like magic Lightning bolts tat on my neck, they making static (Ayy) You can tell I want this shit, I've been at it for a while I'm a humble beast, it's been in me since a child (Ayy) Soarin' through the night, bitch, I feel just like an owl Don't joke about my money, I don't even crack a smile (Ayy) On the seventh day of Christmas, I got some racks (Ayy) Eighth day of Christmas, I got some packs (Ayy) When I roll it up, it too loud, you know it's thrax Is it Santa or a reindeer? No, it's a bag (Ayy) Letras de cancionesSmokin' on exotic, yeah, this shit got me relaxed Took a trip to outer space, I don't know where I'm at (Ayy) I went back to the future, don't worry, I'll be back Mixed Givenchy with the Gucci and this shit don't even match (Ayy) From Letras Mania