ratchet lyrics – tyga

(feat. joe moses)

mustard on the beat ho!

[verse 1: tyga]
trap p*ssy, f*ck her in a black hoodie
f*cking in the house, while momma cookin
them tacos, b*tch i need two mo’
knock the p*ssy out the park; pujols
*ss sumo, all gold two door
b*tches wanna hammer baby, but this ain’t juno
you know, i got the ratchet on me cause i’m too on
know where i’m from streets getting hotter than tucson (augh!)
rachet city, welcome to the real 50’s
creased d*ckies, n*gg* don’t be conversing with me
brought the silks out n*gg*s say i’m looking biggie
p*ssy ain’t sh*t, but the hoes will make me richer
shh, ha, money in the mattress
now it’s money in the mansion, i’m throwing money she dancing
i’m a motherf*ckin g, h*lla path for a bachelor
ratchet, hating n*gg*s hacking
tell me where the…

where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
hut one, hut two, i’m the quarter back
f*ck a pretty b*tch gotta let you have it
i don’t do this for the motherf*cking rapping
i do this for the ratchets
i do it for the ratchets
i do it for the ratchets
i do it for the ratchets

[verse 2: joe moses]
verse two, sadity man i hate those
go bowling in her p*ssy, a-hole
nice face but her *ss like play dough
charge on the mouth with my d*ck; diego
knock it off knock it in then knock it down
mayweather with the ratchets, knock ’em out
said her last n*gg* weird, pacquiao
left her in the studio, *ss up face down
pretty b*tches gon’ hate, we don’t need that
where the ratchets at? tell me where the ratchets at
shake your *ss to the beat then bring it back
mills said bleed, driver can you handle that?


/ tyga lyrics