Baby Back Ayy Couple Racks Aye Lyrics


Baby Back Ayy Couple Racks Aye Lyrics By Lil Nas X & Jack Harlow. Baby back, aye Couple racks, aye Couple Grammys on him Couple plaques, aye That’s a fact, aye Throw it back, aye Throw it back, aye And this one is for the champions.

Baby Back Ayy Couple Racks Aye Lyrics

Baby back, ayeCouple racks, ayeCouple Grammys on himCouple plaques, ayeThat’s a fact, ayeThrow it back, ayeThrow it back, aye

And this one is for the championsI ain’t lost since I began, yuhFunny how you said it was the end, yuhThen I went did it again, yuh

I told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin’ forI don’t run from nothin’, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ lowYou was never really rootin’ for me anywayWhen I’m back up at the top I wanna hear you say“He don’t run from nothin’, dog”Get your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is over

Uh, need aUh, need to get this album doneNeed a couple number onesNeed a plaque on every songNeed me like one with Nicki nowTell a rap ni^^a, “I don’t see ya”, haI’ma pop ni^^a like Bieber, haI don’t f^^k bi^^hes, I’m queer, haBut these ni^^as bi^^hes like MadeaYeah, yeah, yeahAy, oh let’s do itI ain’t fall off, I just ain’t release my new shitI blew up now everybody tryna sue meYou call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yah

And this one is for the championsI ain’t lost since I began, yuhFunny how you said it was the end, yuhThen I went did it again, yuh

I told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin’ for (I got what they waitin’ for)I don’t run from nothin’, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ low(bi^^h, I aint runnin’ from no one)You was never really rootin’ for me anywayWhen I’m back up at the top I wanna hear you say“He don’t run from nothin’, dog”Get your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is over

My track record so cleanThey couldn’t wait to just bash meI must be gettin’ too flashyY’all shouldn’t of let the world gas meIt’s too late ’cause I’m here to stay and these girls know that I’m nastyI sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her a^^ cheekCity talkin’, we takin’ notesTell ’em all to keep makin’ postsWish he could but he can’t get closeOG so proud of me that he chokin’ up while he makin’ toastsI’m the type that you can’t controlSaid I would then I made it soI don’t clear up rumorsWhere’s y’all sense of humor?I’m done makin’ jokes ’cause they got old like baby boomersTurn my haters to consumersI make vets feel like they juniorsSay your time is comin’ soon but just like OklahomaMine is comin’ soonerI’m just a late bloomerI didn’t peak in high school, I’m still out here gettin’ cuterAll these social networks and computersGot these pu^^ies walkin’ ’round like they ain’t losers

I told you long ago, on the roadI got what they waitin’ for (I got what they waitin’ for)I don’t run from nothin’, dogGet your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ low(bi^^h, I aint runnin’ from no one)You was never really rootin’ for me anywayWhen I’m back up at the top I wanna hear you say“He don’t run from nothin’, dog”Get your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is over

YeahI’m the industry babyI’m the industry babyYeah

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