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Colette Carr - Racking Up Lyrics

Colette Carr – Racking Up Lyrics

To the mother fucking ceiling
Racking up, racking up, racking up
Ceiling
Racking up, racking up, racking up
To the mother fucking ceiling

Tear the fucking roof off
Stack to the fucking ceiling
Filthy in this paper
Bitches hardly breathing
Suffocate the building
Billin’ for the entry
Tell that valle to shut her mouth
To the forty ounces empty
Why you gotta tempt me
Always jocking on my ten piece
Asking all these questions
Telling Cherrytree don’t set me
All the way, turn it up
Namaste don’t give a fuck
Forties blaze in the trunk
Walls shake, bump, bump
Beach side, ocean front
You know how I’m feeling
Got that paper stacking up
To the mother fucking ceiling

Racking up, racking up, racking up
Ceiling
Racking up, racking up, racking up
To the mother fucking ceiling
Racking up, racking up, racking up
Ceiling
Racking up, racking up, racking up
To the mother fucking ceiling

Speak sound, speeze track
Oh ee, dreeze mack
What the fuck you looking at
Beep beep, speed pass
Lost inside these benny walls
I can’t find my other man
Bricks on bricks, racks on cash
Breaking all these rubber bands
Hot damn bitches shake
Clap, clap, cali cake
Mackin’ on that money
Keep it coming
See that skriller take
All the way, turn it up
Namaste don’t give a fuck
Fourteen blaze in the trunk
Walls shake, bump bump
Beach side, ocean front
You know how I’m feeling
Got that paper stacking up
To the mother fucking ceiling

Damn, hold up, hold up
Whatcha trynna do to me
Damn, hold up, hold up
Whatcha trynna do to me
I say jump, bitches go dumb
I say jump, bitches go dumb
I say jump, bitches go dumb
Go dumb, get dumb
I say jump, jump, jump
Hold up, jump, jump
I say jump, bitches get dumb
I say jump, jump, jump
Hold up, jump, jump
To the mother fucking ceiling