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