CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : A.R.A.B.
Old ratchet a** b*t*h ridin' 'round with a forty in her purse
Ridin' top down on the vert
She gon' hold it down, she at work
In the club with the fire under her skirt
You know I love that
I'ma pick up the phone and shawty pull up where the club at
She can make it clap and keep a strap and she gon' bust that
She down, yes, she sit at the house and she hold down them pounds, yes
And that sh*t get wet wet, make a n***a drown, yes
Pray to God that I never let a lame n***a f**k me and duck me
'Cause I'ma send them shots where his dome be
Probably give some play to his homie
Ain't never sucked no d**k but I let a n***a dome me (You dig?)
This a** real fat, sit on my pack and my purse
I got my forty and this scale and this pack
And we all in the club, b*t*h, I smuggled in them straps
And I came with twelve n***as and they're screamin' out, "Slatt"
Ayy, young n***a ridin' 'round with lot of blue hundreds
Blue cheese, forty on me, dare a n***a do somethin'
Shawty love me but she don't trust me
All this money that I'm throwin' make 'em wanna f**k me
I ball like rugby
Southside sh*t, got these n***as scared 'cause my side shot
Hangin' out the window with that fire sh*t
Gang bangin', twisted fingers all up in they face
Chain swinging, I ain't thinkin' 'bout how much I spent today
Have my money when I land, b*t*h, I ain't here for all that talkin'
Got busy in the Beamer, if you fidget then he chalk you
Gettin', big, dawg, should've never barked
Keep a pint of that red, my n***a Lenny call it Clarky
My daddy smoke that white, b*t*h, we call it Kelly Clarkson
I heard you on that Lizzy, you a J, b*t*h, get to walkin'
Old bum a** n***a
I finesse you out them racks, old dumb a** n***a
Cheddar bob ho, why you got that gun a** n***a
You ain't even in no smoke, got 'em for fun a** n***a
I'm just a ratchet a** n***a, love that hood sh*t
I make her go brazy, say she hate me, give her good d**k
Freak ho, shoot a n***a a** like a freak, though
No you cannot have my kids, b*t*h, but I can nut up on them cheeks, though
I never been the type to compete with no b*t*h
While y'all was gettin' flips, b*t*h, I had dreams of gettin' rich
Ain't goin' back and forth with no b*t*h that's switchin' fits
Who you with? You an opp, b*t*h, our hoes be clit to clit
Pray to God that I never let a lame n***a f**k me
You a dusty, don't touch me
Talkin' all that cap, I'ma have to call your bluff, B
Finesse you out that guap but you still can't f**k me
On Piru (B*t*h)
He trippin'
I told him, "Do not f**k a cheap ho, you hear me?"
These b*t*hes mad, slatt
Ridin' top down on the vert
She gon' hold it down, she at work
In the club with the fire under her skirt
You know I love that
I'ma pick up the phone and shawty pull up where the club at
She can make it clap and keep a strap and she gon' bust that
She down, yes, she sit at the house and she hold down them pounds, yes
And that sh*t get wet wet, make a n***a drown, yes
Pray to God that I never let a lame n***a f**k me and duck me
'Cause I'ma send them shots where his dome be
Probably give some play to his homie
Ain't never sucked no d**k but I let a n***a dome me (You dig?)
This a** real fat, sit on my pack and my purse
I got my forty and this scale and this pack
And we all in the club, b*t*h, I smuggled in them straps
And I came with twelve n***as and they're screamin' out, "Slatt"
Ayy, young n***a ridin' 'round with lot of blue hundreds
Blue cheese, forty on me, dare a n***a do somethin'
Shawty love me but she don't trust me
All this money that I'm throwin' make 'em wanna f**k me
I ball like rugby
Southside sh*t, got these n***as scared 'cause my side shot
Hangin' out the window with that fire sh*t
Gang bangin', twisted fingers all up in they face
Chain swinging, I ain't thinkin' 'bout how much I spent today
Have my money when I land, b*t*h, I ain't here for all that talkin'
Got busy in the Beamer, if you fidget then he chalk you
Gettin', big, dawg, should've never barked
Keep a pint of that red, my n***a Lenny call it Clarky
My daddy smoke that white, b*t*h, we call it Kelly Clarkson
I heard you on that Lizzy, you a J, b*t*h, get to walkin'
Old bum a** n***a
I finesse you out them racks, old dumb a** n***a
Cheddar bob ho, why you got that gun a** n***a
You ain't even in no smoke, got 'em for fun a** n***a
I'm just a ratchet a** n***a, love that hood sh*t
I make her go brazy, say she hate me, give her good d**k
Freak ho, shoot a n***a a** like a freak, though
No you cannot have my kids, b*t*h, but I can nut up on them cheeks, though
I never been the type to compete with no b*t*h
While y'all was gettin' flips, b*t*h, I had dreams of gettin' rich
Ain't goin' back and forth with no b*t*h that's switchin' fits
Who you with? You an opp, b*t*h, our hoes be clit to clit
Pray to God that I never let a lame n***a f**k me
You a dusty, don't touch me
Talkin' all that cap, I'ma have to call your bluff, B
Finesse you out that guap but you still can't f**k me
On Piru (B*t*h)
He trippin'
I told him, "Do not f**k a cheap ho, you hear me?"
These b*t*hes mad, slatt
