GOD BLESS THE RATCHETS
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GOD BLESS THE RATCHETS
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Pull up on em' like this
I pull up on em' like this
God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
She a savage, no compassion
Bad bitches pull up on the Westside
Breast and 'em naked lookin' left, right
Nigga comin' straight about the best eye
Burn this motherfucker like its Left Eye
14 fucking cameras in the car
Bitches, you don't want them to overload
You might have to pull up on the road
I do it all, I took my oath
All my niggas they be with me
All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly
Won't let a nigga forget me
Nigga do or die, do or die
Nigga homicide
God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
She a savage, no compassion
Bad bitches pull up on the Westside
Breast iand them naked lookin' left, right
Nigga comin' straight about the best eye
Burn this motherfucker like its Left Eye
You ever seen a fucking bitch with just way
Too much Gucci on she might call the shots
30-inch weave, niggas she could call the whole fucking block on you
Pull another dough, never took patrol
Always took my hoe, pullin' this is slow-mo
Pullin' down the road, racin' through the coke
Nigga know my name, like it Domino's
All my niggas they be with me
All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly
Won't let a nigga forget me
Nigga do or die, do or die
Nigga homicide
God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey
God less the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain't' average
She a savage, no compassion
It's me and my compadres
I don't gotta do too much these days
Me and my compadres
You don't want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here
Ridin' till I die
I'm chasin' all them niggas from July
It's coming, homicide, homicide
Till all of it's combined
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