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Ratchet Strap Video (MV)




Performed By: Adam Calhoun
Featuring: Brodnax
Length: 3:06
Written by: Adam Calhoun, Broadnax




Adam Calhoun - Ratchet Strap Lyrics




[ Featuring Brodnax ]

]You know i aint f*ckin wit you
Living my life like I got nothin left to prove.
I keep on grindin till there's nothing left to do And just remember its all on you oouu
Im swingin for the fences
Knock the covers off the
Rocking coveralls ive been hot for so long im not gonna see the fall Paull wall taught me how to you know...ball
And all ya'll fake as shit...middle of the mall
I been rappin like a motherf*cker
8 albums 2 years
All these plaques, who cares
You dont get the news then
You lookin at tookie
Im just lookin at you goofy
You dont even know who tookie is
I know you just my little kids
Im slap boxin, rap monster
Quit now...my last option
Bank account fat
Action bronson, money bags sent
Get your honey f*cked in the ass in the back of a hatchback You just half ass
Im sick as f*ck I need a hazmat
Johnny....where you going with that shotgun Johnny
Ohhhh that bitch knows he in trouble...you hear her saying ooouuuu
John Terrell Brodnax they said they never heard of me Old white cat, murdering every f*ckin beat
That Adam put him on
You can't duplicate a clone
Feel better under pressure
I won't be un breaka
Got a grind on your grind bitch its really going down
If you have a pair of you cant really stop the shine When I find what i'm looking for i put it in a figure 4
And even if he taps bitch I aint letting go
This for the ones that never made it and everybody that hate it
If we ever traded places the pressure would break us. Aint no faking im under the old laws pause. Papaw, the coldest white rapper that they ever saw.
You know i aint f*ckin wit you
Living my life like I got nothin left to prove.
I keep on grindin till there's nothing left to do And just remember its all on you oouu
Show em somethin about how tough you are thats what I heard Softer then a perm probably keep your money in a purse. You don't
Two for one put em in the hearse
I ain't tryin to hear how much it cost for me to do a verse. And I aint doing shit unless its Jelly Struggle Church
And you aint doing shit but never standing on your word
I say I say what's worse
This shit is for the birds,and I ain't giving up till my name is mentioned first.
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]You know i aint f*ckin wit you
Living my life like I got nothin left to prove.
I keep on grindin till there's nothing left to do And just remember its all on you oouu
Im swingin for the fences
Knock the covers off the
Rocking coveralls ive been hot for so long im not gonna see the fall Paull wall taught me how to you know...ball
And all ya'll fake as shit...middle of the mall
I been rappin like a motherf*cker
8 albums 2 years
All these plaques, who cares
You dont get the news then
You lookin at tookie
Im just lookin at you goofy
You dont even know who tookie is
I know you just my little kids
Im slap boxin, rap monster
Quit now...my last option
Bank account fat
Action bronson, money bags sent
Get your honey f*cked in the ass in the back of a hatchback You just half ass
Im sick as f*ck I need a hazmat
Johnny....where you going with that shotgun Johnny
Ohhhh that bitch knows he in trouble...you hear her saying ooouuuu
John Terrell Brodnax they said they never heard of me Old white cat, murdering every f*ckin beat
That Adam put him on
You can't duplicate a clone
Feel better under pressure
I won't be un breaka
Got a grind on your grind bitch its really going down
If you have a pair of you cant really stop the shine When I find what i'm looking for i put it in a figure 4
And even if he taps bitch I aint letting go
This for the ones that never made it and everybody that hate it
If we ever traded places the pressure would break us. Aint no faking im under the old laws pause. Papaw, the coldest white rapper that they ever saw.
You know i aint f*ckin wit you
Living my life like I got nothin left to prove.
I keep on grindin till there's nothing left to do And just remember its all on you oouu
Show em somethin about how tough you are thats what I heard Softer then a perm probably keep your money in a purse. You don't
Two for one put em in the hearse
I ain't tryin to hear how much it cost for me to do a verse. And I aint doing shit unless its Jelly Struggle Church
And you aint doing shit but never standing on your word
I say I say what's worse
This shit is for the birds,and I ain't giving up till my name is mentioned first.
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Writer: Adam Calhoun, Broadnax
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