Lyrics:
Ixsuz, rachets and chapis
Queen on the trap, queen on Madrid, this is the fuckin seventing
Suz Records, N Music
Entro a la disco llena de chapis,
Oh no
Me no know how fi leave
Oh no
Rachet bad bitch a do knee style
She turn ina freak when she see di coil
Rachet bad bitch a the freestyle name
to God this based on true stories
Based on true stories
Shawty wild
Shawty loose
She let em have it
She bad
This shit so tragic
This bitch is rachet
Police la vé ban nou fatig
An trapé on plugg kon Rachid
I fè mwen on pass kon Magic
Koké on bitch i rachet
Koké on bitch i gratuit'
Fess ay gwo,
like playing with my emotions)
Yea my girl the baddest
Yea my girl the baddest
Yea she boujee, not rachet
Yea my girl the baddest
Yea my girl
like playing with my emotions)
Yea my girl the baddest
Yea my girl the baddest
Yea she boujee, not rachet
Yea my girl the baddest
Yea my girl
Bitch twerk that ass on me
Rachet Rachet Rachet Rachet
Rachet Rachet Rachet ass bitch
(Rachet ass bitch)
I'm a thug ass nigga like Detroit niggas
Shout
'Toy fumando más macoña que el osito Teddy
Esa rachet esta llamando pero yo ya le dí
Quiere conmigo porque ahora 'toy sonando jevi
'Toy sonando
Rachet de plus dans mes contacts
Rachet de plus dans mes contacts (This is Celloprod on the beat)
Rachet de plus dans mes contacts
Larry
You only had a few niggas
You ain't rachet like them other bitches
And you ain't got no kids
Say you never had a dick this big
This big
Said she
rachet
No more capping
Checks come massive
You not in my bracket
Work come in unpack it
Put the hood on my back like jackets
On my shit no slacking
I've
Aye listen
Some of these shawties I done ran thru
One of these shawties was rachet
Ian talm bout a bitch I'm talm bout my rachet (Ye)
Keep a gun
know she bad
I got flavor, girl I'm a player just like my dad
Rachet high class, I'm eating steak off a paper plate
World up on my shoulders, I carry it
the back she rachet rachet
Smack it like it a racket
Slim waist ass is packing
Way she walk is so emphatic, classy
If i was i traffic, tragic
Make me wanna
Hit the dice game I don't shoot
Come up off side bets
Sing my lor song to your bitch
I got her thighs wet
Rachet why you ain't drop nuffin
Cuz it
No son ni las 3 no son ni las rachets no
Lo que me pone loco lo que me pone tonto
No son ni las 3 no son ni las rachets no
Lo que me pone loco lo que
echo)
She gon throw it now she runnin
Boss up
Need a boss bitch now she coming
And you know I like shit Rachet
And you know I like shit Rachet
Niggas don't got dat dank
Boxin da beamer it stank
Laughin way straight to da bank
Hillary movin dat swank
Bitches sippin dat drank
All black rachet
I want a rachet Lil Tommy
He put it all in my tummy
Got the bread you can count it
It's on me
Walkin' around like a zombie
No cocaine just Mary Jane
to the Brudda
Say damn 4HF why yeen pop out this summer?
I was busy ina lab finna make niggas suffer
Gone head and Hit yo lil dance for me baby
Rachet head BM
sacándole brillo
Y está ratchet
(rachet) , cambiando siempre de amigo
Fuckin' ratchet (ratchet)
Ahora viste Versace pero conoce
Bien estas calles chupa my
Bitch you my invention
Brought the racket like it's tennis
Bought my rachet bitch extensions
Bought a ratchet put extensions on it
Suck me till I'm
the beat imma burn it to ashes
That baby boujee she wanted some lashes
I wanted to prove that she really a rachet
Turn that shit up and the lights started
Caramelo caramelo dime a qué te sabe ese bollo recién salido del horno huele a rachet un botty de Kardashian y le gusta el jagüer vaya a donde vaya se van
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