2 Chainz Lyrics

Overview / Lyrics (see all) / Photos / Videos / News

print correct

Mainstream Ratchet Lyrics

from B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time

"Mainstream Ratchet" is track #12 on the album B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time. It was written by Humphrey, Montay / Roberson, Korey / Najm, Faheem / Epps, Tauheed / Jones, William / Roberson Jr., Korey / Bartolomei, Kenneth / Crowe, Kevin / Ortiz, Erik.
"Mainstream Ratchet" is track #12 on the album B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time. It was written by Humphrey, Montay / Roberson, Korey / Najm, Faheem / Epps, Tauheed / Jones, William / Roberson Jr., Korey / Bartolomei, Kenneth / Crowe, Kevin / Ortiz, Erik.

(No other information is available for this lyric - would you like to add something today?)
show more
Edit | show less
Help
What chart rank did the song debut? What is the song about? Has it won any awards?, etc.
Cancel Submit
Thank You
Your introduction will appear once it has been deemed awesome by our team of wizards.

Submit Corrections Cancel

Last night I bought the supermodel
Got head on the way home
She left her other friends at the club
Got home, and I fucked her with my J's on
And that's ratchet huh? Yeah
Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
(Whoa bring it back)

Take your bitch like I'm the dog catcher
Take your ass to the mall after
Spa day, shawty
Kill that pussy, pallbearer
You from that RuPaul era
I'm from that hell nah era
Real niggas say true
Real niggas ain't you
I ride around with that yapper on me
Gun clap when my Glock up on me
Surround your ass with so many shots
You'll be claustrophobic
Crib so big a dinosaur can run through that shit
I'm a shark, and you a tuna fish
My paper up, got your girl with her ankles up
Gangster boy

She got her T-shirt and her panties on
She trying to smell my cologne
I can fuck her anywhere I want
I even fuck her on the floor
And that's ratchet huh?
Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh
(Whoa bring it back)

I'm on top like a toupée
You on the side like a toothache
Box your ass, suitcase
I'm real, you ain't
Calamari, crab cakes
My closet the size of your damn place
You lookin' at a star
I wish that they could add space
I'm getting money, fast pace
My hoes gave my cash straight
He can't ball, he castrated
She the opposite of last place
Do it, bust it open, slow it down, Robitussin
My girl got a big ass
Your girl, back pockets touching

I want a dollar, I want everything
Balls out, I let 'em hang
Window shopping for a wedding ring
On a double date with Molly and Mary Jane
And that's ratchet huh?
Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh

If you patch your weed that's ratchet
My last album was classic
Shawty on my dica
Backwards spells acid
She pop a P like a zany
She don't use no hands or no panties
She rock like nose candy
You fuck with me, ain't no plan B
I'm a D boy with a degree
I sold dope in my momma's home
My girl pussy deep (deep)
So right there is my comfort zone
Born alone, die alone
Mud in my Styrofoam
She got on top of me like a stage,
I said use my dick as a microphone

Songwriters
HUMPHREY, MONTAY / ROBERSON, KOREY / NAJM, FAHEEM / EPPS, TAUHEED / JONES, WILLIAM / ROBERSON JR., KOREY / BARTOLOMEI, KENNETH / CROWE, KEVIN / ORTIZ, ERIK

Published by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

Listen to 2 Chainz Radio on Last.fm, Radio.com or Jango

Poll

Vote Now
Next Poll