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Saint Jhn – God Bless The Ratchets Lyrics

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Pull up on em like this
I pull up on em like this

God bless the ratchets
Bitches sexy, pornographic
A bitch bad, that aint average
Stuffin packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that aint average
She a savage, no compassion

Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Breast and em naked lookin left, right
Nigga comin straight about the best eye
Burn this motherfucker like its Left Eye
14 fucking cameras in the car
Bitches, you dont 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
Wont 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 aint average
Stuffin packets in their mattress, hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that aint average
She a savage, no compassion

Bad bitches pull up on the westside
Breast iand them naked lookin left, right
Nigga comin straight about the best eye
Burn this motherfucker like its Left Eye

You ever seen a fucking bitch with just way
Too much Gucci on she might call the shots
30-inch weave, niggas she could call the whole fucking 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 Dominos

All my niggas they be with me
All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly
Wont 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 aint average
Stuffin packets in their mattress, hey
God less the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A bitch bad, that aint average
She a savage, no compassion

Its me and my compadres
I dont gotta do too much these days
Me and my compadres
You dont want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here
Ridin til I die
Im chasin all them niggas from July
Its coming, homicide, homicide
Til all of its combined