
nicky (usa) - ratchet shit lyrics
[chorus 1]
say bye to music, b+tch
say hi to drugs
we talk s+x, money, strippers, b+tches, hoes, and these plugs
this ain’t the good music, b+tch
this is some ratchet sh+t
this is the sh+t that’s topping charts and earning platinums, b+tch
[verse 1]
i got my hoes in the club and, b+tch, we turning it up
i got my plug on the way just to drop off some bud
i know she ratchet by her true religion and almond uggs
she try to f+ck with me, but to the girls i do not square up
rest in peace, b+tch
i got these b+tches and hoes right on knees and throw ’em in a ditch (hoe!)
you want to bring back the old music, b+tch, we been heard that pitch
you need to lay your ass low like this lilo & stitch
i’m classy, i’m sassy, b+tch, do not f+cking @ me
did you really waste your breath and speak my name just to attack me? (ad+lib)
“but the new music is really not the same”
b+tch, can you shut the f+ck up ‘fore i shoot you in your brain?
[verse 2]
act ratchet, act all ghetto
swing it like a hatchet, that sh+t jiggle like it’s jelloooo
b+tch, bye, not h+llooo
drop that ass to the floor, get down, get low — h+ll no!
and just keep shaking your tits
and, b+tch, keep shaking your ass
and, b+tch, keep doing the splits
like i’m walking down the street, b+tch, i’m motherf+cking charming
my skin is ultra+soft, b+tch, b+tch, it’s giving charmin
you thought you did something, i’m not the one you harmin’
you really play detective like, b+tch, your first name is carminnn
[verse 3]
b+tch, please, i could never
to think you thought you would be even one of my endeavors
b+tch, do you think you funny, or you acting f+cking clever?
you ask to be my friend, b+tch, please, i could
nevaaaaa
can’t trust these hoes not once or f+cking twice
once they try to stab your back, you gotta grab the f+cking knife
[verse 4]
what the f+ck, b+tch
you got me f+cked to the motherf+cking up, b+tch
the old music ain’t coming back up, b+tch
you don’t like me? well, i don’t give a f+ck, b+tch
[chorus 2]
say bye to music, b+tch
say hi to streams
we talk thots, opps, money, and we still get the grammys
this ain’t the good music, b+tch, this is that viral hit
and if you don’t like it, then just don’t simply play my sh+t
grow the f+ck up, you still stuck in the past
if the new music so bad, then why you compare? why you f+cking contrast?
if the old sh+t was so good, b+tch, don’t you think it would last?
but nah, you stay here f+cking hating while still kissing my ass
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