Young Rell - Ratchetivity lyrics

[Intro] Er'body turn a b**h down, don't be a b**h! [Hook] I wish a b**h would! I wish a b**h would! Man, I wish a b**h would! b**h, I wish a b**h would If she could, b**h [Verse 1] Uh-uh best friend, please pick up your mother f**ing phone This n***a got me head, I'm in my mother f**ing zone Nah b**h wait, who the f** he think he is? Mother f**er I'm carrying all your damn kids! I ain't worried about these b**hes, they ain't nothin' Every time we in the club, the b**hes always frontin' Saying "Whaat? I ain't give a f**!" b**h, where you at? I can come up to your house I be posted in the trap! (trap, trap, trap!) [Hook] [Verse 2] f** that b**h with that f**ed-up rimmy-a** hair weed b**h, you don't even know if you don't even see me I'm in the club posted up deep With my mother f**ing goons, and we gon' do what it do, b**h! Watch me do the do! And f** your little n***a Broke a**, little a**, titted a**, Dumba**, Broke a** ... Nasty a** hood n***a, I want a real n***a I want a boosie b**h and you know it! I wish a b**h would, if she could! 'Cause f** these hoes! These hoes don't mean sh** to me! I'm a best b**h, to best looking b**h Gon' be best good-looking b**h And you gon' be a broke-looking b**h With no f**in' hair b**h, f**ed up gla**es b**h So f** that hair b**h [Hook]