Full Lyrics Tink Ratchet Commandments Diva New Song Lyrics
She Ratchet Lyrics. You won't fool me again ratchet girl. Web her lace front is all wrong (cause she ratchet) gimme the phone, i'm finna take this heffa picture ('cause she ratchet) got it!
Full Lyrics Tink Ratchet Commandments Diva New Song Lyrics
Lets get it / smokin', rollin', drink we pourin' / lil momma look bad she goin' / smash it pass it bro and then trash it / you shouldn't trust that bitch she ratchet /. Web oh she ratchet, i might smash her. Web become a better singer in only 30 days, with easy video lessons! You won't fool me again with your teathre. Web ooh i just wanna punch her in her face (oh she ratchet) i can't stand her, ooh she too fake (she ratchet) girl, lemme tell you what i got my mister mister (girl what?) a baby boy and. I do magic, no distraction. You won't fool me again ratchet girl. And she runs runs runs runs. Web don't want no nigga who be acting, who be capping i'm on some real ratchet shit, pull up to your crib scope out everything, tell my niggas where it is put a straw in the fifth, hot girl. Web don't want no nigga who be acting, who be capping i'm on some real ratchet shit, pull up to your crib scope out everything, tell my niggas where it is put a straw in the fifth, hot girl.
Bend that backwards, she sing like pastor. You won't fool me again with your teathre. Web her lace front is all wrong (cause she ratchet) gimme the phone, i'm finna take this heffa picture ('cause she ratchet) got it! I do magic, no distraction. Web don't want no nigga who be acting, who be capping i'm on some real ratchet shit, pull up to your crib scope out everything, tell my niggas where it is put a straw in the fifth, hot girl. Web ooh i'm in a lam', bitch, catch me if you can, ooh i'm kickin' bitches out they spot, stalli' chan, yeah (ah, yeah) [outro] niggas say i taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet (ah). Web ooh i just wanna punch her in her face (oh she ratchet) i can't stand her, ooh she too fake (she ratchet) girl, lemme tell you what i got my mister mister (girl what?) a baby boy and. Lets get it / smokin', rollin', drink we pourin' / lil momma look bad she goin' / smash it pass it bro and then trash it / you shouldn't trust that bitch she ratchet /. Bend that backwards, she sing like pastor. Homie on casper, geekin' like dexter. Web oh she ratchet, i might smash her.
