Hurricane Chris - Ratchet lyrics

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Hurricane Chris - Ratchet lyrics

Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) Ay bay bay(ay) [Chorus] You wanna know wat we say in da club (ay bay bay) Whites folks gangsta and them thugz (ay bay bay) Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubz (ay bay bay) Ridin' in a lac wit a mug (ay bay bay) I'm in da club hollerin' Ay bay bay Ay bay bay Ay bay bay Ay bay bay Ay bay bay I'm in da club holerin' Ay bay bay Ay bay bay Ay bay bay Ay bay bay Ay bay bay I'm in da club hollerin' When I holler ay bay bay I finna get my groove on It's so hot up in da club Dat I ain't got no shoes on I'm holdin' up a big stack of dem Hundreds in a rubba band Girl don't ask me for no cash Cause I'm not dat other man Everybody trippin' cause im limpin' When I'm walkin' and im pimpin' when im talkin' I don't trick on chick dats talkin' Dem boyz in da back dey be rollin'up dey doughdy And then dey blow it till dey chokin' Dats wat godly came out When I see a bad chick I'm hollerin out(ay bay bay) I hope y'all ain't wit ya boyfriends Cause I don't care what dey say And I don't care what he say or she say I'm in da DJ booth takin' pictures wit da DJ [Repeat: x2] You wanna know what we say When clubs get crunk (what) Ay bay bay let it play Dats my song turn it up [Chorus] Now if you lookin' for me baby you can find me Bangin' in da Chevy candy painted swangin nine deep Ten cars creep wit my people right behind me I showed dem my chain now She hollerin boy you blindin me I show my mouth piece To dem freaks now da eyein me Oh you got a problem well I hope you ain't tryin me Throw the car in park Then I reach under my seat Hop out with my hand under my shirt Dats where dat iron be Yellow bone chirpin' me She trying to see where I'ma be You gonna let me get up in Your mouth well dats where I'ma be I don't pop trunk wit lights dats Where dey choppa be, straight to the hotel All da bad chick followin' me I know you like my style, I ain't trippin I'm just tryin' to see, girl is you drunk Well tell me why you leanin' all on me And if you thinkin' I'ma stunt you trippin I pull up in an expedition wit da roof missin [Chorus] I'm in da club hollerin' Ay bay bay let it play, dats my song turn it up I'm in da club hot, crunk, sweatin, burnin' up Im bouncin through the crowd Buckin and hollerin what's up I done fell out on da dance floor And now I can't get up J's on your feet but you can't get these Louis Vuitton brown white, and yellow Trick please I'll go to St.Louis let my chain hang low Canary yellow diamonds mixed wit rose gold I shine real bright in da light because I'm a star Eight shots of patrons now I'm standin' on da bar Probably get drunk as a skunk N put da keys in da wrong car [Chorus] Ay bay bay let it play