[Chorus:]
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
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Groupie hoes do groupie things
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And it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Groupie hoes do groupie things.
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[Verse:]
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You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
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Boys, money ass, groupie ass, no class
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Low cash, broke ass, bitch
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[Chorus:]
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
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Groupie hoes do groupie things
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And it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Groupie hoes do groupie things.
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[Verse:]
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You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
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Boys, money ass, groupie ass, no class
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Low cash, broke ass, bitch
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Steady shit talking, bitch get walking
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You know I'm pissed off I don't talk like this often
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You say I'm on a show over this tip
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When it's 40 below snowing and shit
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And still nothing cold as a bitch
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She almost as low as a snitch
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On a toad and pole of those who belong in the ditch
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I had to give his mother the news
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This chick set my home boy up
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Niggas rushed in, whacked my home boy up
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I'm fucking confused
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She was in love with my dude,
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Just my home boy's luck
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He trusted the wrong hoe
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50 thousands in jury, put his beautiful kids
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On the funeral front row
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And I'm 'posed to let it go, ok I feel you
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But if I ever see you bitch, I'm a kill you
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[Chorus:]
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
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Groupie hoes do groupie things
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And it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Groupie hoes do groupie things.
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[Verse:]
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You a ratchet ass reality show
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Wanna star an ass,
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Always looking pass a good hard working man
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Ass bitch
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See a broke nigga the hoe is laughing
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Knowing damn well your account is over drafting
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Fuck a regular nigga main she looking for a dry pick
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Her goal is to marry him then divorce him on some half shit
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If she don't get that far, with that star
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She got some black mellon photographs to get that car
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Or put them on media take out
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He pulling the media cake out
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Before the bomb drop in his back yard
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And on facebook the bitch act hard
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And soon as you see that groupie shit
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Diss that broad
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Don't be like me, you know how these girls are
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They nuts over ours nuts kinds like squirrels are
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I lift my problems, put my drama on the curl ball
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Still my still my still my still my
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Was on world star
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[Chorus:]
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On the road to riches and diamond rings
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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Fucking all boners' the songs she sings
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Groupie hoes do groupie things
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And it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Ratchet heauxs do ratchet things
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I said it make you wanna kill the bitch
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Groupie hoes do groupie things.
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[Outro:]
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Yeah I put my trust in you
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Ya know what I mean
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I never would've thought you would do me like that
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Ratchet Heauxs
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Crooked I |