Lorde Royals Parody “Ratchet”

Courtesy of Lava Records| Republic Recodings
Original Recording Produced by Joel Little

“Ratchet” Written by Billy Sorrells and Courtney Cameron
I’ve never seen my daddy in the flesh

My mama ain’t got no wedding ring or money

And I’m not proud of how she dress,

In a torn-up gown, and house shoes she crazy

But every song’s like Lace Fronts, Hennessy, fighting baby daddies

Blood gangs, Bossip, Media Take Out,

We don’t care, we Rock Remy in our Hair.

But everybody’s like Ciroc, EBT, Scrolling on World Star.

Child support, Red Bottoms, Dogs on a old leash.

We don’t care; we aren’t caught up in Love and Hip Hop.

And we will always be ratchet.

It just runs in our blood,

The Ghetto Life is just for us.

My Sister does Hair and Sells that Dro.

Beyonce’ is our ruler (ruler),

We’re all Ruled By Queen Bee

And baby Ja Rule, Ja Rule, Ja Rule, Ja Rule.

Tell me where’s That Nigga Been.

My Girls and I don’t trust these Hoes.

We Do our makeup on the way to the party.

And everyone who knows us knows that we’ll fight that bitch,

We trying to get that money.

But every day’s like Ramen Noodle, Can’t Swim, Cheating Baby Daddies.

Sub Tweeting, Plan B’s, JET Magazine in Bathrooms,

We don’t care, we Rock Remy in our Hair

But everybody’s like YBF, NICOLE bITCHIE, Scrolling on WordStar.

Child support, Red Bottoms, Dogs on an old leash

We don’t care, we argue in our love affairs

Our Men will never be Loyal (Loyal).

It don’t run in their blood,

That kind of life just ain’t for us.

My Sister does Hair and Sells that Dro.

Beyonce’ is our ruler (ruler),

We’re all Ruled By Queen Beeeeee

And baby Ja Rule, Ja Rule, Ja Rule.

Tell me where’s That Nigga Been