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c0untin dem racks ft. Yung Pinga Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yo, motherfuckers, we're fucking back
It's been a long year, maybe two
It's been a hiatus for the Yung Pinga
But we're fucking back, boys
We're motherfucking back
You know, we got Grismer on the beat, bro
We got motherfucking Grismer on the fucking beat
About to go hard, about to make me cum, about to make me moist
You know who else is on the beat
Mario. Take it away, brother
You know what they say, all toasters toast toast
I'm in love with them drugs
I take every day off going to clubs
I drive all day, all night
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, we going away
Oh, yeah, we going away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we going away
To where
Where we're going
Nah
We ain't going to Bel-Air
We ain't going to Bel-Air no more
We going to South Central
South Central, baby
South Central's where it's at
About to get some corn dogs till I'm out
About to shoot them a cup, shoot them a cup
Hey, you got them burgers, yeah
I got them hamburgers we put together, yeah
Oh, wait, the same thing, uh-uh
Got to get some corn dogs
About to get some mac and cheese
About to get that bacon
You thought I forgot, huh
I'm in love with the bacon
And I'm in love with your body
About to put them together
About to make some sweet delights
Oh, yeah
About to make sweet love to you, baby
About to make sweet love to you more
About to make sweet love to the baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll make them sloppy joes
They really good
About to shove it in your mouth
Then make you coom
They're going to make you coom
Mama
Mama Luigi
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
You're a little baby mama
You're my baby's mama
I'm your baby's mama
Baby's father's baby's mama
Yeah, yeah
We're about to have a play date
We're about to have a Sunday
Sundays are free
Four, four, four
Four, four, four, yeah
They raise the prices
No more two for fours
At Jack in the Crack
It's four for four now
Yeah, yeah
It's four for four now
Four for four
At Jack in the Crack
What the fuck
But yeah
You know we back in it
Stay grinding, stay hustling
We counting them racks, boy
We counting them up
I'll see y'all next year
Peace out, bitches
Whopper, whopper, whopper, whopper
Junior double, triple whopper
Flame grill taste with perfect toppers
I rule this day
Lettuce, mayo, purple ketchup
It's okay if I don't want that
If Costco blow off, they can't whopper any whopper my way
You, you, you
Season the day
MBA
I need your grace
You're broke