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letra de god bless the ratchets - saint jhn

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, whoa
pull up on em’ like this
i pull up on em’ like this

[chorus]
god bless the ratchets
b-tches s-xy, p-rnographic
a b-tch bad, that ain’t average
stuffin’ packets in their mattress, hey
god bless the ratchets
she want it, gotta have it
a b-tch bad, that ain’t average
she a savage, no comp-ssion

[post-chorus]
bad b-tches pull up on the westside
br-ss in ’em, they can the let the lead fly
n-gga comin’ straight up out the bed-stuy
burn this motherf-cker like it’s left eye

[verse 1]
14 f-ckin’ karats see the gold
b-tches, you don’t want them to overload
you might have to pull up on the road
i do it all, i took my oath

[hook]
all my n-ggas they be with me
all my n-ggas they will let that motherf-cker fly
won’t let a n-gga forget me
n-gga do or die, do or die
n-gga homicide

[chorus]
god bless the ratchets
b-tches s-xy, p-rnographic
a b-tch bad, that ain’t average
stuffin’ packets in their mattress, hey
god bless the ratchets
she want it, gotta have it
a b-tch bad, that ain’t average
she a savage, no comp-ssion

[post-chorus]
bad b-tches pull up on the westside
br-ss in ’em, they can the let the lead fly
n-gga comin’ straight up out the bed-stuy
burn this motherf-cker like it’s left eye

[verse 2]
you ever seen a f-ckin’ b-tch with just way too much gucci on? she might call the shots on you
30-inch weave, n-gga she could call the whole f-ckin’ block on you
pull another dough, never took patrol
always took my hoe, pullin’ this is slow-mo
pullin’ down the road, racin’ through the c0ke
n-gga know my name, like it domino’s

[hook]
all my n-ggas they be with me
all my n-ggas they will let that motherf-cker fly
won’t let a n-gga forget me
n-gga do or die, do or die
n-gga homicide

[chorus]
god bless the ratchets
b-tches s-xy, p-rnographic
a b-tch bad, that ain’t average
stuffin’ packets in their mattress, hey
god bless the ratchets
she want it, gotta have it
a b-tch bad, that ain’t average
she a savage, no comp-ssion

[outro]
it’s me and my compadres
i don’t gotta do too much these days
me and my compadres
you don’t want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here
ridin’ til i die
i’m chasin’ all them n-ggas from july
screamin’ homicide, homicide
’till all of it’s combined

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