RATATOUILLE Lyrics – 1900Rugrat

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[Chorus]
Dranky on me and a bookbag, cracka’
I ain’t up in a kitchen, I cook that cracker
(??)
Got back on that drank, got a real bad bladder
Say how I feel, I don’t write nun’ down
Bought me a Drac’, ’cause I love how it sound
Bwoah, pffft, bwoah (Bwoah)
Bought a 308 stick, I wave it around

[Verse]
Choppa, it eat like a mukbang, let my nuts hang like I just came out the pound

I don’t give a fu*k ’bout a fu*k thing, let’s have a gun game, for when it go down
He still talking like killers, his big bro dying, he been hiding in the house (??)
Tell me what you wanna do, yeah, I’m up three, (??) two, yeah
And that Draco blow like a flute, yeah
I’ma bust from the back (??), yeah
Take her up, make ’em torch on the roof, yeah
Shе ain’t never seen that much money (Yеah), I show you how this s*it moving, yeah
(??)
Taking that fool, right up in the pen, he came home looking like Gucci (Bwoah)
Chopstick twerk by that lil’ b!tch from Philly, my bad Uzi (??)
Heard they saying that Jace cook, huh, Ratatouille (Huh, huh)
They had let me in that dog, I’m like Snoopy, yeah
My diamonds ain’t got no flaws, but they stupid (Dumb as hell)
I can make the dog talk just like Scooby (Scooby)
Twenty sticks, pack a pound (??), how we moving

[Chorus]
Dranky on me and a bookbag, cracka’
I ain’t up in a kitchen, I cook that cracker
(??)
Got back on that drank, got a real bad bladder
Say how I feel, I don’t write nun’ down
Bought me a Drac’, ’cause I love how it sound
Bwoah, pffft, bwoah (Bwoah)
Bought a 308 stick, I wave it around, yeah

[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Just like my gas, it’s louder (Huh)
(??) stank, I need me a shower (Ew)
Purple buns, it looking like Chowder
He got a M on his top, we sending him flowers, sumn’ like Bowser
(??)

[Chorus]
Dranky on me and a bookbag, cracka’
I ain’t up in a kitchen, I cook that cracker
(??)
Got back on that drank, got a real bad bladder
Say how I feel, I don’t write nun’ down
Bought me a Drac’, ’cause I love how it sound
Bwoah, pffft, bwoah (Bwoah)
Bought a 308 stick, I wave it around