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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos St. John
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
Hue Strother
Hue Strother
Songwriter
Sham Joseph
Sham Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Sakpasé
Sakpasé
Producer
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Producer

Lyrics

Pull up on em' like this I pull up on em' like this God bless the ratchets Bitches sexy, pornographic A bitch bad, that ain't' average Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey God bless the ratchets She want it, gotta have it A bitch bad, that ain't' 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 don't 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 Won't 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 ain't' average Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey God Bless the ratchets She want it, gotta have it A bitch bad, that ain't' 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 Domino's All my niggas they be with me All my niggas they will let that motherfucker fly Won't 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 ain't' average Stuffin' packets in their mattress, hey God less the ratchets She want it, gotta have it A bitch bad, that ain't' average She a savage, no compassion It's me and my compadres I don't gotta do too much these days Me and my compadres You don't want them blah-blah-blah-blah be here Ridin' til I die I'm chasin' all them niggas from July It's coming, homicide, homicide Til all of it's combined
Writer(s): Shama Joseph, Hue Wayne Strother, Carlos St. John Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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