Maud Gardner - Rachett

HK
Look at that ratchet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea
Look at whose poppn tho
I got that juicy flow yea
I got that juice
I got that bag
I got that ratchet flow yea

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I got that rachet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea

VSE

This that boy, from that C but I moved to that A
Livin good feeln great, put a steak on my plate
Put that money in the bag
Sent a million to my dad
I aint send shit to my foes
Snake ass niggas aint my bro

This that king with a smash
Ay yo shout out freshman class
This that juice you double cup
When you dappered with that splash
This that shit by the bay
I'm that nigga round the way
This that boy, on that block, squeeze that ratchet everyday
This that swerving from the cops
Give a fuck about the Op
Free my niggas in the shop
Hol hol up call a doc
Cause I think that I got shot
I make hits that make you flip
And I'll take yo ratchet bitch
And I'll send her round the way
Give her diamonds in LA
She'll do anything I say
I got niggas where I stay
All they ever do is snake
Boy I do this for my state
And I do this for my fam
Rep my city for the gram
While I throw a hunned grand
Magic city rubber bands
Boy I do this for the brand
And yall still cant comprehend
I'm the king of the land
I'm that MF man
I'm that MF kid
But I neva eva kid ay

Met a bitch from LA
And she came to GA state
And we do this everyday
And she ratchet everyday ay

HK
Look at that ratchet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea
Look at whose poppn tho
I got that juicy flow yea
I got that juice
I got that bag
I got that ratchet flow yea

Look whose
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I got that rachet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea

VSE 2

This that kid from New Jersey
I came from round the way
All these niggas thirsty, they wanna get a taste
They try to say they love me
They tell me everyday
Get them ducks out my face
Get the fuck out my face
This that Ace, this that duce
All you jokers ever say,
Ima take you to LA
Ima take you to the bay
Meet a bitch in LA
That's my best friend that's my bae
Ride or die, everyday
Lock the money in the safe
Please don't ever try me, I'm all about my dollys
And I ain't talking Barbie's, Susie, or that molly
I'm all about my dollars, and that's where you can find me
Chillan with my shawtys, cause we the baddest hotties
We don't fuck with thotties
Them hoes ain't neva safe
I let them ride beside me
Them kick em out my wrathe
Swervin Maserati's
Hol up hol up audi's
Hol up la dee da dee
Cali mowy wowwy
This juice, flava flav
Got more drip than flava flav
This that bad bitch from New J
This that what you gotta say
Then say what you gotta say
This that YE, this that J
This that queen B from the H
This that make you double take
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
Met a bitch from LA
And she came to GA state
And we do this everyday
And she ratchet everyday ay

HK
Look at that ratchet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea
Look at whose poppn tho
I got that juicy flow yea
I got that juice
I got that bag
I got that ratchet flow yea

Look whose
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I got that rachet hoe
Look at that bag she hold yea
I got that ratchet gold
Came with that ratchet tho yea

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