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dom chasin’ paper – ratchet lyrics

[intro: icy narco]
blood on my gun, that’s a red drum
gang
you hear that sh-t?
that’s my chain sw-ngin’ b-tch
i pull up on you, i want your gun, i want your b-tch
i want all that
huh, what (pew-pew-pew)
huh, huh, what
hmm

[chorus: icy narco]
ratchet b-tch, why you tryna’ go and hit this l!ck?
got it by my lonely, f-ck a clique (f-ck ’em)
ratchet b-tch, why you tryna’ go and hit this l!ck? (huh)
got it by my lonely, f-ck a clique

[verse 1: icy narco]
a-all this ice, icy fever, b-tch i’m sick (burr)
i’m off the bean, b-tch we aren’t on the same tick
i’m coming up, bandwagon on this d-ck
all these b-tches surfing on my f-cking drip (sl!ck)
i hit a l!ck, l!ck, you know i get l!cked (gang)
i’m lookin’ at my wrist, bentley on my wrist
i’m robbing yola and you know i flip a brick (kilo)
sushi sake, you can hear these chopsticks (ching chong)
all these-all these demons out the coffin, i’m a trick (demon)
blueberry diamonds on my neck, look acidic (bling)
baby girl, the way that i drip, you finna slip (drip, drip)
make sure when you l!ck it’s all on this d-ck (drip)

[verse 2: dom chasin’ paper]
dom chasin’ paper
ooh
diamonds cold (burr)
got my neck on froze (yuh)
designer clothes, and i’m f-cking foreign hoes (ooh)
off the blow, she got cocaine in her nose
hoe, i’m balling hard, break your ankle derrick rose (ooh)
b-tch i got that pack, that’s on the low (ayy, yuh)
i’ma pipe this sh-t up at the show (ayy, yuh)
got a couple hoes, and they on gold (yuh, uh)
i just poured a four, it got me slowed

- dom chasin paper lyrics

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