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
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 in the [?] lookin’ left, right
Nigga comin’ straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like it’s Left Eye

14 fuckin’ 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 in the [?] lookin’ left, right
Nigga comin’ straight up out the Bed-Stuy
Burn this motherfucker like it’s Left Eye

You ever seen a fuckin’ bitch with just way too much Gucci on? She might call a shotta
30-inch weave, niggas she could call the whole fuckin’ 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

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