ฟังเพลงGOD BLESS THE RATCHETS (Explicit)

Song: GOD BLESS THE RATCHETS

Artist: SAINt JHN

Lyrics: Hue (Producer), SAK PASE, F a l l e n & SAINt JHN

Composed: Hue (Producer) & SAK PASE

Yeah, yeah, whoa

Pull up on em' like this

I pull up on em' like this

God bless the ratchets

Bitches sexy, pornographic

A bitch bad, that ain't average

Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey

God bless the ratchets

She want it, gotta have it

A bitch bad, that ain't average

She a savage, no compassion

Bad bitches pull up on the westside

Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly

Nigga comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy

Burn this motherfucker like it's Left Eye

14 fuckin' karats see the gold

Bitches, you don't want them to overload

You might have to pull up on the road

I do it all, I took my oath

All my niggas they be with me

All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly

Won't let a nigga forget me

Nigga do or die, do or die

Nigga homicide

God bless the ratchets

Bitches sexy, pornographic

A bitch bad, that ain't average

Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey

God Bless the ratchets

She want it, gotta have it

A bitch bad, that ain't average

She a savage, no compassion

Bad bitches pull up on the westside

Brass in 'em, they can the let the lead fly

Nigga comin' straight up out the Bed-Stuy

Burn this motherfucker like it's Left Eye

You ever seen a fuckin' bitch with just way too much Gucci on? She might call the shots on you

30-inch weave, nigga she could call the whole fuckin' block on you

Pull another dough, never took patrol

Always took my hoe, pullin' this is slow-mo

Pullin' down the road, racin' through the coke

Nigga know my name, like it Domino's

All my niggas they be with me

All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly

Won't let a nigga forget me

Nigga do or die, do or die

Nigga homicide

God bless the ratchets

Bitches sexy, pornographic

A bitch bad, that ain't average

Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey

God bless the ratchets

She want it, gotta have it

A bitch bad, that ain't average

She a savage, no compassion

It's me and my compadres

I don't gotta do too much these days

Me and my compadres

You don't want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here

Ridin' til I die

I'm chasin' all them niggas from July

Screamin' homicide, homicide

'Till all of it's combined