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Saint Jhn – God Bless The Ratchets Lyrics

God Bless The Ratchets by Saint Jhn
Released : 2018

Yeah, yeah, whoa
Pull up on em’ like this
I pull up on em’ like this

God bless the ratchets
B------ sexy, pornographic
A b---- bad, that ain’t’ average
Stuffin’ packets in their mattress, hey
God bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A b---- bad, that ain’t’ average
She a savage, no compassion

Bad b------ pull up on the westside
Breast in the [?] lookin’ left, right
N---- comin’ straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this m----------- like it’s Left Eye

14 f-----’ cameras in the car
B------, 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 n----- they be with me
All my n----- they will let that m----------- fly
Won’t let a n---- forget me
N---- do or die, do or die
N---- homicide

God bless the ratchets
B------ sexy, pornographic
A b---- bad, that ain’t’ average
Stuffin’ packets in their mattress, hey
God Bless the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A b---- bad, that ain’t’ average
She a savage, no compassion

Bad b------ pull up on the westside
Breast in the [?] lookin’ left, right
N---- comin’ straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this m----------- like it’s Left Eye

You ever seen a f-----’ b---- with just way too much Gucci on? She might call a shotta
30-inch weave, n----- she could call the whole f-----’ 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
N---- know my name, like it Domino’s

All my n----- they be with me
All my n----- they will let that m----------- fly
Won’t let a n---- forget me
N---- do or die, do or die
N---- homicide

God bless the ratchets
B------ sexy, pornographic
A b---- bad, that ain’t’ average
Stuffin’ packets in their mattress, hey
God less the ratchets
She want it, gotta have it
A b---- 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 n----- from July
It’s coming, homicide, homicide
Til all of it’s combined