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Artiste : Saint Jhn
Titre : God Bless the Ratchets
Yeah, yeah, whoa
Pull up on em´ like this
I pull up on em´ like this

God bless the ratchets

Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain´t average
Stuffin´ packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain´t average
She a savage, no compassion

Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Brass in ´em, they can the let the lead fly
Nigga comin´ straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like it´s Left Eye

14 fuckin´ karats see the gold
Bitches, you don´t want them to overload
You might have to pull up on the road
I do it all, I took my oath

All my niggas they be with me
All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly
Won´t let a nigga forget me
Nigga do or die, do or die
Nigga homicide

God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain´t average
Stuffin´ packets in their mattress, hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain´t average
She a savage, no compassion

Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Brass in ´em, they can the let the lead fly
Nigga comin´ straight up out the Bed-Stuy

Burn this motherfucker like it´s Left Eye

You ever seen a fuckin´ bitch with just way too much Gucci on? She might call the shots on you
30-inch weave, nigga she could call the whole fuckin´ 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 coke
Nigga know my name, like it Domino´s

All my niggas they be with me
All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly
Won´t let a nigga forget me
Nigga do or die, do or die
Nigga homicide

God bless the ratchets

Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that ain´t average
Stuffin´ packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that ain´t average
She a savage, no compassion

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 niggas from July
Screamin´ homicide, homicide
´Till all of it´s combined