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letra de ratchet - blaze ya dead homie

[verse 1: blaze]
b-tch you’s a ratchet
twerk that -ss, go on get down i wanna smash it
get check on my casket, that’s what’s up
you fell in love with a dead man straight out the casket
we f-ck like rabbits, i’m meant to be ?plugged?
cause i know who gets the laughing, get it crackin’
get it smackin’ on the -ss, she likes it hard and cl-ssic
and i’mma give it to her just like that
get it poppin’, drop, drop, drop it low
a little way she works on the pole, i want some more
never disappoints, smokes the joint and hits the joint
got a grip on that b-tch, pallet on that [?]
while she playin’ with the tip, give it a kiss
a [?] little pressing and she loved it
back to b-tch, get it going in the daylight
so tight, parkin’ infront of the mall
ain’t no time for stage fright

[hook: jamie madrox]
she got a way that she walks up and down the streets
that make heads turn
she got a wiggle in her hips and some big -ss t-ts
and mesmerised motherf-cker when she l!cked the lips
(too fine for a home girl)
she ain’t a runaway b-tch from off the block
(too fine for a home girl)
she ain’t a runaway b-tch from off the block
she’s the ratchet from the hood

[verse 2: anybody k!lla]
she’s too fly for her own good, ratchet b-tch
but everytime she dance, she’ll be giving me wood
finest girl in the whole hood
i [?] saved that hoe in a minute and treat her right if i could
she got a -ss that won’t quit when she walks
she got a dirtyness about her when she talks
she got a mean att-tude with some big ol’ t-tties
that i’m always staring at like a hawk
this b-tch is always up to nothing but f-cking and d-ck sucking
drinkin’ like an grown man and heavy with her druggin’
pale skin cause she sleeps all day
pajama pants on her front porch rollin’ a j
ratchet in her own way with a gangsta style
walkin’ seven mile with a forty puffin’ ’em out
22 in her purse look crazy, always actin’ shady
i would say she’s far from a lady

[hook: jamie madrox]

[verse 3: blaze]
round two, ratchet b-tch, thought you knew
got to put an overtime with a dead, we ain’t through
get your mission, -ssume the position
tie you up in chains and play on that fifty shades of grey
i like the way she says she likes it rough
and can’t get enough
then read her poker face and i’m goin’ on a bluff
oil ?forced? whole house, two pair we gettin’ ’em
ménage à trois with you ratchet hoes i don’t play
suck my d-ck till it go numb
go dumb put a nut in each mouth and they hump
get it misses, got a bounce up and down
like i’m hittin’ switches, gridin’ on that big -ss
is working out the b-tches
love them ratchet hoes and their ?dads?
keep the block hot, givin’ up the p-ssy on the spot
and its gat, them ratchets kinda like a cl-ssy hood rat
except giving you head without packing a strap

[hook: jamie madrox]

- blaze ya dead homie

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