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lirik lagu malcolm smalls – ratchet vs. righteous

these hoes get chose, freakin on the floh
just turned 18 and she actin like she grown
b-tch can’t add, but she twerk it like a pro
i’m stuck on her -ss like i’m m-th-f-ckin stone
throw that p-ssy on my waist, don’t put in my face
a n-gga tryna bust, i ain’t tryna make her stay
come through when i wanna trick, tell her -ss to wait
if the ho catch feelins, ima ll tell her -ss to skate

[chorus]
do a trick on it

i love to see -ss, i love see cash
baby bring that, and get some knee-pads
i -ssault that, hit it like a car crash
runnin that p-ssy like a f-ckin 50 yard dash
tell him fall back, yoppa make him haul -ss
got that strong-pack, make you take a long-nap
how you actin brand new with that long-back
the thirst-king, show out, no comcast

[chorus]

do a trick on it, but i don’t trick on it
ay u can cuff her, but bet ya chick want it
i love big b-tches, i love big money
ay cook a meal fa me, a lil n-gga hungry
i wanna italian broad, ill hit her -ss raw
buss it in her face, that’s alfredo sauce
it’s the thirst king, call me thirst god
on ya instagram b-tch i put in work hard

[chorus]

can’t hold me back, i’m unholy on that co-ni-yak
lortabs, bring me euphoria, for corny raps
ch0r-ographed n-ggas, deserve they loreann
and loreal, all to sell to they audience…

all for, or all against, i’m all split
i love ratchet broads, i love conscious
i don’t need no guidelines for my content
i’m just tryna put my dawgs on like a paw print

milk the game, y’all will feel the same if you saw this
i bez jason vorheez, y’all st–z is lark-ehh
peace-ful but start sh-t, haters tryna they hard-est
while my cuts on they screen, that berserker barrage sh-t-

i bang that nonsense, reminisce on my trap-days
rat-race, used to bag weight with my half-braids
stopped-at-weed, we won’t that crazed, just half-blazed
tryna live the life that these raps-say

d-mn we are some hypocrites…
so humble, but i’m still the sh-t
i want knowledge, til i’m really rich..

respect the women, kids..
girl i ain’t pullin silly tricks
just put my hand where you t-tties is

d-mn we are some hypocrites..
all religious til he feel a chick
talkin scripture, but he really sick..
d-mn we are some hypocrites

i deserve, to get bezerk-swerved, til slurred-words
sipping erk and jerk mixed in sherbert, to the first verse
i’ma getta, gettin ushered, though it’s purse-first..
i found myself up in her p-ssy like a wordsearch..

i’m supposed to the good guy
but i can only see so far with my good eye
you get in what you put out, you rap n-ggas punai
f-ckas needa cool out, tha cannon’s like a tuba..

vacay in bermuda, everybody know a shooter
have n-gga face-down from a rack like lex luger
i’m tryna be a better man, came up with a better plan
n-ggas with the flames, is gettin stubbed like a severed hand

we walkin contradictions, i’m sorry if i’m distant
sometimes i call ’em women, sometimes i call ’em b-tches
but rappers, we are humans, and art is how we feel it
sometimes i wanna uplift, sometimes i need the thick-ness

- lirik lagu malcolm smalls

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