Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ratchets, artist - Lil Debbie. Album song Queen D, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |