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letra de past - big ratchet

[intro] yea
yea
tae turn that sh-t up
(tre on the beat yea)
the gotta feel this sh-t
yea
yea
[verse]:
i heard my homie was hating
talking about me
ratchet ain’t getting no bread
let me address it
hoe i ain’t stressing im blessed
im finna run up a check
i gotta get it my n-gga that hating you doing i must have got you upset
you pouring salt
thought i ain’t know it my n-gga sorry i had you mislead
i take the hen mix it with gin
yea im taking shots to the head
no i ain’t dissing just reminiscing
thinking bout times i kept n-ggas fed
talk about me like im a dog i guess its time to go to the vet
tired of fakes
hoes snakes
feel like demario im going fed
mind over matter im good forever
im heated up and applying that pressure
f-cking with me cuz im going places
f-ck n-ggas yea im super racist
b-tch i get high as a i wanna
when im in houston i get in my zone
grab me a swisher and pick up a pack turn on the beat then i pull on the strong
thought we was cool but we ain’t
you steady showing me hate
if the shoe fit then wear it my n-gga im going hard in the paint
feeling like shaq in the post
you n-ggas brag over hoes
lame as a b-tch if you ask me
you raping these hoes you nasty
im tryna get me a mill my n-gga and you steady holding me back
i gotta hitter ain’t talking computers when i say he pull up with macs
i ain’t gone k!ll you, i love you my n-gga but im finna get on yo -ss homie you good cuz im finna get rich but i bet i leave you in the past yea

[convo] :
hold on
hold on tae
let this sh-t roll
(yea)
yea
i gotta talk to em for a sec
(this sh-t get crazy)
got d-mn
why that n-gga ain’t keep going in
(man what the f-ck, what the f-ck she want)
yea
(what the f-ck she want?)
yea
( h-llo?)
gotta address it, gotta address it
(lemme call you right back)
this sh-t get crazy mane
mfs get sour as h-ll
(f-ck it)
yea
( f-ck it, f-ck it)

[verse]:
b-tches be hitting my line
all in they feelings
hoe you can save it mane
when i was down you was laughing
now i came up
and you tryna ride the wave
you must of heard i was on
getting that bag
im out of town doing shows
b-tch i pull up to your city
show me your t-ties
im outta town with the hoes
n-gga won’t catch me slipping
im out of dodge for real
n-gga you play i ain’t calling the cops cuz im finna send the steel
im getting sick these n-ggas they lame
ain’t getting no money they chasing the fame
dont call me big ben b-tch you know my name
dont scream rip if i stayed in the way
feeling like ric they digging my stelo
cuz im finna get to them zeros
ain’t cuffing no b-tch and ain’t saving no hoe big homie i am not a hero
n-ggas get mad and start talking down when you ain’t letting them freeload
b-tch tryna cuff but im tryna f-ck
b-tch you for got you a freak hoe
yea b-tch im balling like zebo i am a gator like tebo
n-ggas disloyal ain’t shaking yo hand you stepped on your brother like lito
(trip)
my n-gga steve go hard on the beats he said that im coming like zero
shout of to texas i am a weapon
im like the clip when you reload
(swish)
i ain’t backtracking on hoes little homie you n-ggas doing them repo’s
im in seattle with quese ain’t getting no sleep im doming a preroll
b-tch i was down and n-ggas was hating
you n-ggas greener than cello
boy that ain’t gas you blowing some -ss
you n-ggas be smoking some primo
(b-tch, b-tch)
b-tch im on top missionary
im in control like a remote
my n-gga told me keep going im going far shout out to kino
you n-ggas nosy dont open the blinds i check everything through the peep hole
you do this for n-ggas and b-tches but bruh was so real i do this for rico, ratchet

- big ratchet

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