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Hook:
My ratchet bitch don't get her food stamps 'til the 8th. She doing hair and doing dreads I'm trap out at her place.
Got tattoos all over body think she's from L.A. We hit the spot we count that money in Major Way.
My ratchet bitch don't get her food stamps 'til the 8th. She doing hair and doing dreads I'm trap out at her place.
Got tattoos all over body think she's from L.A. We hit the spot we count that money in Major Way.
Verse:
I fuck her friend and tell her keep it, you know it ain't no secret. Any why I'm speaking if they basic you know it ain't no teaching. My white one nasty gave me head before I touch the bed. My black one's ratchet dyed her head, think she's Sexyy Red. I love my stripper bitch she be like were my money at, My hood bitch be like if you leave ain't no coming back. But once I hit her with this wood she be so relax. Aye I'm the one that took yo bitch ain't no getting her back. I'm finding that funny 'bout my coins like a Laundry mat. Off with some bitches and good weed where you find me at. She just wanna talking about her ex, I ain't got time for that. Show my respect or I should just leave you where I found you at..
Hook:
My ratchet bitch don't get her food stamps 'til the 8th. She doing hair and doing dreads I'm trap out at her place.
Got tattoos all over body think she's from L.A. We hit the spot we count that money in Major Way.
My ratchet bitch don't get her food stamps 'til the 8th. She doing hair and doing dreads I'm trap out at her place.
Got tattoos all over body think she's from L.A. We hit the spot we count that money in Major Way.
Verse:
I give her $500 she gave me 200 in stamps I put the food all in my house. I give her the weed she gave me the key to the spot, then I start trapping it out. Say what you need at the door ain't no running in and out. Come with 20s or better cause I'm piecing this shit out. He came with 10, I told him come back with 10 more and in 10 minutes later he was knocking on the door. Fish-scale them bells no LaVon Pittsburgh in the whip If I get caught with these nigga ain't no coming home. Level on the dashboard jugging down 75 hoping not to come across a crash course had to cut my last bitch off moving too fast for her.
Hook:
My ratchet bitch don't get her food stamps 'til the 8th. She doing hair and doing dreads I'm trap out at her place.
Got tattoos all over body think she's from L.A. We hit the spot we count that money in Major Way.
My ratchet bitch don't get her food stamps 'til the 8th. She doing hair and doing dreads I'm trap out at her place.
Got tattoos all over body think she's from L.A. We hit the spot we count that money in Major Way."