| 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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| You a ratchet ass set a nigga up
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| For his 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, 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, just my home boy’s luck
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| He trusted the wrong ho
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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, okay I feel you
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| But if I ever see you bitch, I’mma kill you
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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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| You a ratchet ass reality show wanna star in ass
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| Always looking pass a good hard working man ass bitch
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| See a broke nigga the ho 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 draft 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 mailing 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 and on FaceBook the bitch act hard
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| And soon as you see that groupie shit, 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 was on world star
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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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ratchet Heauxs , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Psalm 82:6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп