Moe., Silva, Cole, Intra , LeJerk - Ratchet lyrics

If you put your money in your bra
Damn girl you ratchet
Or you date a nigga for his car
Damn girl you ratchet
You know exactly who you are
Damn girl you ratchet
Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic
You ain't never been to church
Damn girl you ratchet
Ain't got no money in your purse
Damn girl you ratchet
You don't remember your first
Damn girl you ratchet
Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic

Ayo I know this little mami
She has a hella body
Probably, would've macked if I knew her less
She a problem she a mess
You never would've guessed
She give her boyfriend stress
Coz she sleeping with the rest of the hommies
She even bapsed all the hommie's friends
Rocking dirty ass clothes 'til
That motherfcker tares
'Til it tares, I don't even wanna stare
'Coz there's nothing as ratchet
As her motherfcking hair

But, I don't even really care and
She think she got me scared
Like ntwana 'sikho fair
She's as bad as she appears
I just hope she disappears and I
Tell her to her ears
Girl you ratchet, hell yea!
'Coz when I'm walking with my boys, trick
Always make a noise, trick
Think that she a hottie, trick
And her acting's so annoying
Don't wanna see her so this
Chick I be avoiding
Plus you think you fly so why
The hell ain't you deploying?

If you put your money in your bra
Damn girl you ratchet
Or you date a nigga for his car
Damn girl you ratchet
You know exactly who you are
Damn girl you ratchet
Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic
You ain't never been to church
Damn girl you ratchet
Ain't got no money in your purse
Damn girl you ratchet
You don't remember your first
Damn girl you ratchet
Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic

These ratchet tendencies come as surprise to
Many guys but never I
For I just realised that these
Broads they never nice
Oh my guy open your eyes because
She smiles and hides her thighs
Don't mean that she ain't comprised
Of ratchetness that's just disguise
She always down to get freaky
Screw weekly she give it daily
Mainly it's stupidity that's synonymous
To the word lady
It's crazy how you just g'n hate
Me thinking I'm hating all ladies, damn
I'm judging them Hatchet
I mean ratchet - If they like to bang
And what's weird mam
They baby mamas but this mam
Is never ever found
With pram she dropped her baby then she ran
And she get so angry man
Find her fighting with pot and pan
Then she claim she got game
(haa) call it Ratchet and Clank
Pronounce the L in 'salmon'
Pronounce ballet as ballet
Got told she was wrong she say
Ratchê instead of ratchet now
Catch her watching soccer now and you
Know it's funny how she
Expects a bird to fly down
When they call foul

If you put your money in your bra
Damn girl you ratchet
Or you date a nigga for his car
Damn girl you ratchet
You know exactly who you are
Damn girl you ratchet
Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic
You ain't never been to church
Damn girl you ratchet
Ain't got no money in your purse
Damn girl you ratchet
You don't remember your first
Damn girl you ratchet
Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic

G-G-Girl you are ratchet, I'm sorry it's true
You sucked on that dck, until you went blue
And not just one nigga you went for the crew
Damn you like that lolly
You didn't even to chose
Cole on the flow every minute and hour
To my dck she destroy and devour
In the bed, couch, floor, shower
Ain't Yeezy but she got the power
She so so hot, so so good
Face so cute and that booty from the hood
That body, that attitude
Ratchet-ry in all molecules
That fat vagina, that fat vagina
She does what I say

That fat ass, that fat ass
That jeans gotta be laminated
That fake smile, that foul mouth
She leaves dcks contaminated
She ain't real that btch fake
Like her ass be animated

R-A T-C

H-E T
Yea you know that girl and she hella thirsty
R-A T-C

H-E T btch, you know exactly who you be

Okay, drop the facade girl
We know you ratchet
No need for acting it ain't attractive
There's something you've been lacking
All the things you've been faking
One thing I keep asking
Girl why you gotta be lying
Like high heels, you ain't tall hoe
Make up, you ain't light though
Fake hair, you blonde though
What the hell you wanna cry for
In that short skirt with no tights on
On the dance floor all night long
Busy showing off your black thong
Baby girl, it's just wrong
I look around and all I see be ratchet lames
Girl came to the party but
She got period pains
And she try tell me her name
But I ain't playing no games
'coz I got nothing to gain
Haa, that shit, just lame
She twirl her hair to the
Side but it's plastic
She fake with her like she made out of magic
She think she look good, talk about tragic
That chick really rachet
We should call her Ashley