M.O.E. - Ratchet lyrics

[Hook] If you put your money in your bra, damn girl you ratchet Or you date a n***a for his car, damn girl you ratchet You know exactly who you are, damn girl you ratchet Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic You ain't never been to church, damn girl you ratchet Ain't got no money in your purse, damn girl you ratchet You don't remember your first, damn girl you ratchet Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic [Lejerk Verse] Ayo I know this little mami, she has a hella body Probably, would've macked if I knew her less She a problem she a mess, you never would've guessed She give her boyfriend stress, coz she sleeping with the rest of the hommies She even bapsed all the hommie's friends Rocking dirty a** clothes 'til that motherf*cker tares 'Til it tares, I don't even wanna stare 'Coz there's nothing as ratchet as her motherf*cking hair [Uhm] But I don't even really care and she think she got me scared Like ntwana 'sikho fair, she's as bad as she appears I just hope she disappears and I tell her to her ears Girl you ratchet, hell yea! 'Coz when I'm walking with my boys, trick Always make a noise, trick Think that she a hottie, trick And her acting's so annoying Don't wanna see her so this chick I be avoiding Plus you think you fly so why the hell ain't you deploying? [Hook] If you put your money in your bra, damn girl you ratchet Or you date a n***a for his car, damn girl you ratchet You know exactly who you are, damn girl you ratchet Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic You ain't never been to church, damn girl you ratchet Ain't got no money in your purse, damn girl you ratchet You don't remember your first, damn girl you ratchet Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic [Intra Verse] [It's I-N-T-R-A] These ratchet tendencies come as surprise to many guys but never I For I just realised that these broads they never nice Oh my guy open your eyes because she smiles and hides her thighs, don't mean that she ain't comprised of ratchetness that's just disguise She always down to get freaky, screw weekly she give it daily Mainly it's stupidity that's synonymous to the word lady It's crazy how you just g'n hate me thinking I'm hating all ladies, damn I'm judging them Hatchet, I mean ratchet - If they like to bang And what's weird mam, they baby mamas but this mam is never ever found with pram she dropped her baby then she ran And she get so angry man, find her fighting with pot and pan Then she claim she got game [haa] call it Ratchet and Clank Pronounce the L in 'salmon' Pronounce ballet as ballet Got told she was wrong she say ratchê instead of ratchet now Catch her watching soccer now and you know it's funny how she expects a bird to fly down when they call foul Hook] If you put your money in your bra, damn girl you ratchet Or you date a n***a for his car, damn girl you ratchet You know exactly who you are, damn girl you ratchet Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic You ain't never been to church, damn girl you ratchet Ain't got no money in your purse, damn girl you ratchet You don't remember your first, damn girl you ratchet Yea girl you ratchet, oh that's so tragic [Cole Verse] G-G-Girl you are ratchet, I'm sorry it's true You s**ed on that d*ck, until you went blue And not just one n***a you went for the crew [M.O.E] Damn you like that lolly, you didn't even to chose Cole on the flow every minute and hour To my d*ck she destroy and devour In the bed, couch, floor, shower Ain't Yeezy but she got the power She so so hot, so so good Face so cute and that booty from the hood That body, that attitude, ratchet-ry in all molecules That fat vagina, that fat vagina, she does what I say [Simon] That fat a**, that fat a**, that jeans gotta be laminated That fake smile, that foul mouth, she leaves d*cks contaminated She ain't real that b*tch fake like her a** be animated [Bridge] R-A-T-C // H-E-T Yea you know that girl and she hella thirsty R-A-T-C // H-E-T B*tch, you know exactly who you be [Silva Verse] [Yessur, Silva] Okay, drop the facade girl [drop it] we know you ratchet [aha] No need for acting [nope] it ain't attractive There's something you've been lacking [lacking] All the things you've been faking [faking] One thing I keep asking, girl why you gotta be lying Like high heels, you ain't tall hoe Make up, you ain't light though Fake hair, you blonde though What the hell you wanna cry for In that short skirt with no tights on On the dance floor all night long Busy showing off your black thong Baby girl, it's just wrong I look around and all I see be ratchet lames Girl came to the party but she got period pains And she try tell me her name but I ain't playing no games, 'coz I got nothing to gain Haa, that sh*t just lame She twirl her hair to the side but it's plastic She fake with her like she made out of magic She think she look good, talk about tragic That chick really rachet, we should call her Ashley...