a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

stthericher - ratchets lyrics

Loading...

verse
and i don’t love these ratchets
but i can f-ck a ratchet hoe
n-gg-s outta pocket
i pulled out a hunnet blues
no i don’t love these ratchets
i told dbowy let’s keep it going
she got a n-gg- cut throat
ain’t f-cking if the head game boring

hook
any mini miny moe
i hop in the porsche then i’m gone
eating chin chong like i’m chon
givenchy latex in her womb
i’m with chiefah and we blowing
smoking loud pack big ol’ joint

verse
just put the money in the bag no need to count yet
i see the money took his soul like a dummy yeah
i heard she only f-ck n-gg-s who buy her damier
but now i got her in my room we about to fornicate

(interlude )
got you all up on me
i got weed baby roll it
i told shawty better not love me
you better be my only tempta

bridge
i want you baby come here
if i f-ck you don’t you claim me
i want you don’t tell me prove it
if i f-ck you,no one else can hit

verse
f-cking with me
i mean i might make you drop for 100,50’s
i mean might be the one to drive you crazy
i might dressed you ,turn your -ss into a freaky

bridge
and she won’t go
where she won’t get no doe
but she gotta watch her money
it’s the only motto
haha
her own proto
that she gotta follow
she only f-ck with n-gg-s that can feed her ego

hook
any mini miny moe
i hop in the porsche then i’m gone
eating chin chong like i’m chon
givenchy latex in her womb
i’m with chiefah and we blowing
smoking loud pack big o’l joint

outro
i think she might be
i think she might be faded

- stthericher lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...