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