Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Upscale Ratchet, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Barmageddon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cre8yte
Song language: English
Upscale Ratchet |
| Kicking back home sipping on that patrone |
| Gucci swap, gucci belt like get my match on |
| Hating ass niggas need to get off my dick |
| And don’t be surprised if I call you a bitch |
| Getting money, have fun, stay heated |
| Calm down girl you’re just a little too conceded |
| If you pretty with a bad attitude you ain’t shit |
| Don’t be surprised when I call you a bitch |
| Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch |
| You cunt, you tramp you make me sick |
| Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch |
| You cunt, you tramp, you stupid bitch |
| Ya don’t mind me |
| I’m just seeing double like it’s PIP |
| Hannah Montana she can be my lead |
| And I don’t give a fuck bitch I’m VIP |
| Here, get it cracking like a relapse |
| 82 I stay bent like knee caps |
| Reckon labels better raise my pay rate |
| Cause I connect the chosen people like Jay Jay |
| I’m what the world excited for |
| I’m the type to shoot a mom with a silencer |
| I’m not one for the frontin |
| Got nothing good to say then don’t say nothing |
| And I should be weighing more mature |
| But I got a way with words |
| So till that day occurs |
| I’ma say too short favorite words |
| Kicking back home sipping on that patrone |
| Gucci swap, gucci belt like get my match on |
| Hating ass niggas need to get off my dick |
| And don’t be surprised if I call you a bitch |
| Getting money, have fun, stay heated |
| Calm down girl you’re just a little too conceded |
| If you pretty with a bad attitude you ain’t shit |
| Don’t be surprised when I call you a bitch |
| Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch |
| You cunt, you tramp you make me sick |
| Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch |
| You cunt, you tramp, you stupid bitch |
| Fuck rappers, I throw more stars than a ninja |
| Promote a nigga watch me do numbers like Avengers |
| I’m the champ in the top fire contenders |
| My homies break down the birds with a blender |
| And we don’t fuck with the rats |
| Niggas who switch gangs and hold the dog back |
| Jerking off since you came on the scene |
| Hang in there sport David Carradine |
| Still let the haters try without me |
| You clown ass bitch was doing fine without me |
| Till I hop in the quadron fourth maseratti |
| Coming home with the face dripping all bukake |
| And I should be weighing more mature |
| But I got a way with words |
| So till that day occurs |
| I’ma say too short favorite words |
| Kicking back home sipping on that patrone |
| Gucci swap, gucci belt like get my match on |
| Hating ass niggas need to get off my dick |
| And don’t be surprised if I call you a bitch |
| Getting money, have fun, stay heated |
| Calm down girl you’re just a little too conceded |
| If you pretty with a bad attitude you ain’t shit |
| Don’t be surprised when I call you a bitch |
| Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch |
| You cunt, you tramp you make me sick |
| Buster, wankster, fuck boy, snitch |
| You cunt, you tramp, you stupid bitch |