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ratchet generation - trigga playy lyrics

[intro: mr. mandigo]
waahhhh, what up world, this is the real ratchet king
ratchet man, ratchet city legend, y’all better watch out
we got that ratchet generation coming near you
trigga playy (brrr), casey, big poppa, let em’ have it

(beat execs)
(mercy beatz, n*gga)
(ayo marques)

[verse 1: trigga playy]
free my daddy, yeah i’m ratchet from my mouth down to my toes
tell em’ ratchet ass hoes, stop allat’ bopping and bend over
they say i grew up like my daddy, paper chasing on the road
half of my blood wanna k!ll me, i ain’t tripping, i ain’t no hoe
my daddy mandigo, yeah he got that antidote, and yeah
tell em’ ratchet in that bottom and plus he move that coke in
and where big poppa at? hold up, you know he ratchet too
you know he take them x pills he pop ’em two by two
and ima ratchet ass n*gga, that’s my mud deal fold, you can tell just how i’m talking, you can tell just by i walk
and we ain’t tripping off no hoe, but well let them choppers spark
she tryna eat me in a scatty, even on her mommas couch
[verse 2: bluebenji casey]
b*tch i’m so ratchet when i walk, b*tch i’m so ratchet when i talk
invite your b*tch into the trap, make her come cut up for a ball
you f*cked my b*tch? i f*ck on yours, b*tch i refuse to take a loss
give her back to you when i’m done, young savage n*gga from the south
them hoes be saying that i’m ratchet, its sad but its true
kept it real, told her i’m yeah and she’ll respond to me too
come over to the spot, bend over let me see what you can do
got your b*tch head in my lap, while my eyes tooted to the roof
diamonds glistening in the club i step foot in, they showing love
in the trap i do my sh*t around my n*gga, cost a dub
i could go f*ck on my ex, but i don’t even try and budge
ratchet n*gga, i got foreign b*tches, wanna f*ck on a thug?
in a scat pack me and trigga, got b*tches lined up in a row
show a b*tch a bag and watch how fast she taking off her clothes
different n*ggas, who got b*tches that been trying to hit the road (what up)
its n*ggas in my city with these hoes we got it sold (aye)

[verse 3: big poppa]
see that hoe, she f*cked my dog for a gram
told her she on camera, that lil’ hoe didn’t give a d*mn
told her up that top, if she hop up in that scat
she got to take a perc, work that head and throw it back
her n*gga keep on calling, make that hoe pick up that phone
i told her tell that n*gga tonight she ain’t coming home
she with some ratchet n*ggas, got the game from big man
the way she swallow cum the little b*tch can win a grammy
we hollering f*ck the laws while lil trigger do the dash
we blowing za strapped up nasty, plus we got a bag (big bag)
we pull up in your hood, make the scatty act a ass (scrt, scrt)
we pull up to the club, hit the bar and blow a bag
gon step on any n*gga, if a n*gga got a problem
i pop em’ two by two, the 3rd one that’s for the bottle
they bout to free big brother, now the whole world happy
big dawg mandigo, n*gga that’s who started ratchet for real
[outro: mr. mandigo]
ratchet style, that’s how we coming
shreveport in the building [?] top of the booth
y’all better watch out, we coming
free ratchet king

- trigga playy lyrics

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