Jamie Madrox - Ratchet lyrics

[Verse 1: Blaze] b**h you's a ratchet Twerk that a**, go on get down I wanna smash it Get check on my casket, that's what's up You fell in love with a dead man straight out the casket We f** like rabbits, I'm meant to be ?plugged? Cause I know who gets the laughing, get it crackin' Get it smackin' on the a**, she likes it hard and cla**ic And I'mma give it to her just like that Get it poppin', drop, drop, drop it low A little way she works on the pole, I want some more Never disappoints, smokes the joint and hits the joint Got a grip on that b**h, pallet on that [?] While she playin' with the tip, give it a kiss A [?] little pressing and she loved it Back to b**h, get it going in the daylight So tight, parkin' infront of the mall Ain't no time for stage fright [Hook: Jamie Madrox] She got a way that she walks up and down the streets That make heads turn She got a wiggle in her hips and some big a** tits And mesmerised motherf**er when she licked the lips (Too fine for a home girl) She ain't a runaway b**h from off the block (Too fine for a home girl) She ain't a runaway b**h from off the block She's the ratchet from the hood [Verse 2: Anybody k**a] She's too fly for her own good, ratchet b**h But everytime she dance, she'll be giving me wood Finest girl in the whole hood I [?] saved that hoe in a minute and treat her right if I could She got a a** that won't quit when she walks She got a dirtyness about her when she talks She got a mean attitude with some big ol' titties That I'm always staring at like a hawk This b**h is always up to nothing but f**ing and dick s**ing Drinkin' like an grown man and heavy with her druggin' Pale skin cause she sleeps all day Pajama pants on her front porch rollin' a J Ratchet in her own way with a gangsta style Walkin' seven mile with a forty puffin' 'em out 22 in her purse look crazy, always actin' shady I would say she's far from a lady [Hook: Jamie Madrox] [Verse 3: Blaze] Round two, ratchet b**h, thought you knew Got to put an overtime with a dead, we ain't through Get your mission, a**ume the position Tie you up in chains and play on that fifty shades of grey I like the way she says she likes it rough And can't get enough Then read her poker face and I'm goin' on a bluff Oil ?forced? whole house, two pair we gettin' 'em Ménage à trois with you ratchet hoes I don't play s** my dick till it go numb Go dumb put a nut in each mouth and they hump Get it misses, got a bounce up and down Like I'm hittin' switches, gridin' on that big a** Is working out the b**hes Love them ratchet hoes and their ?dads? Keep the block hot, givin' up the p**y on the spot And its gat, them ratchets kinda like a cla**y hood rat Except giving you head without packing a strap [Hook: Jamie Madrox]