Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ratchets , by - Lil Debbie. Song from the album Queen D, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lil Debbie
Song language: English
Ratchets |
| I got bitches, you got bitches |
| Tell them bitches come over |
| If they ratchet, let’s get ratchet |
| Pick ‘em up in that rover |
| I got ratchets in my living room 'til 6 in the morning |
| And when I finish up this weed, man I’m sending them home |
| I got bitches, you got bitches |
| Tell them bitches come over |
| If they ratchet, let’s get ratchet |
| Pick ‘em up in that rover |
| I got ratchets in my living room 'til 6 in the morning |
| And when I finish up this weed, man I’m sending them home |
| I got ratchets and some bitches |
| Coke lines, no soft drinks |
| Ben Franks, that green dank |
| Wet pussy, pink paint |
| Bitches in my crib, I got these ratchets in my mouse trap |
| I pulled up in that rover, that dark tint, all black |
| Yep, I got them saying «Debbie, you the fucking baddest» |
| Cuz I be smoking on that kush’n like a fucking mattress |
| We could link up codeine cups, bitch drink up |
| We turned like tea cups, cold sprite, syrup |
| Boss bitch and my whip clean, eyelashes on point, ho! |
| The Jordan chains go Michael, free throws my eyes closed |
| Little Debbie, swagging out, I’m laced out, what you talking 'bout? |
| Gold chain it might save your life |
| I’m leaned out when I’m walking out |
| Leaned out when I’m walking out (x2) |
| Gold chain it might save your life |
| I’m leaned out when I’m walking out |
| Leaned out when I’m walking out (x2) |
| Gold chain it might save your life |
| I’m leaned out when I’m walking out |
| I got some sprite, I got some codeine |
| You fucked up off no drinks? |
| White reefer, fly sneakers, tint glasses out giant big |
| Hate me 'cuz i love that |
| Get high with these ratchet bitches |
| I got that range rover |
| Dark tint, I might add some switches |
| That means I’m balling and these ratchets fronting like they know me |
| Only if I had a dick yo they could fucking blow me |
| And everything I want I cop it like the fucking police |
| I’m faded like I’m Kobe, weed, I smoke it by the OZ’s |
| They in my function and they smoking all of my weed |
| And I ain’t tripping off these hoes, I pop another molly |
| Don’t you wish you had this green up all in my safari |
| They talking lip, I turn these ratchets into Calamari |