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conversations.value: Write me a song called Ratchet in My Benz with the following description: We all know Los Angeles is well represented on the Hip-Hop front, but SoCal also birthed one of the game’s more promising singer-songwriters, Ty Dolla $ign. The “My Cabana” crooner returns today with a new Beach House 2 release called “Ratchet In My Benz,” featuring Juicy J.
  Syrupy production by Buddah Shampoo of D.R.U.G.S. creates a hypnotic effect on the track. Pair that with Ty’s songwriting ability and affinity to sing whatever’s on his mind — no matter how raunchy— and you have a recipe for success.
  The Three 6 Mafia legend comes with his brand of trippy rap in tow. “Chose up when she seen the Benz/ Told her hop in and bring some friends/ Got Bombay and peach Ciroc, for the ratchet b**ches got Seagrams Gin,” Juicy rhymes emphatically.
  Beach House 2 releases Monday, July 1. Check out Ty’s Wiz Khalifa-assisted track called Irie.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
  She got his name tatted on her
  She texting me like babe come over
  I lied and said that I was out of town
  I’m with my other bitch right now
  If the head right, Dolla there every night
  Smoking, no seatbelt, pistol, run red lights
  Then I pull up on your bitch
  Like get up in my whip
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  I just want to take you for a ride, and we going
  Ride around the corner
  Ain’t nobody looking, I’ma just pull it out
  You’ll know what to do, meet me in my backseat, yeah
  And we’ll get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, yeah)
  And we gonna get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, whoa)
  It feel like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well
  They’re like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well
  [Verse 2: Juicy J]
  Pimp shit nigga, that’s all I know
  You can take my word for it, or ask your ho
  Backseat chilling, smoking that sticky
  Your girlfriend put on a magic show
  She do it with no hands, that’s the way I like
  Got cough syrup all in my Sprite
  I ain’t trying to find me no wife
  But if she suck me right, she can stay all night
  Top notch bitch getting money, don’t play
  A ho gon’ be a ho nigga, ain’t shit change
  Let your bitch chill with a stunna for a day
  Got your bitch feeling like a runaway slave
  Shows up when she seen the Benz
  Told her hop in, and bring some friends
  Got Bombay, got peach Ciroc
  For the ratchet bitches, got Seagram’s gin
  Smoked out, smoked out, all day and night
  Nigga so high, feel like I got wings
  Always ball out like the championship
  Tell them bad bitches, come join my team
  Groupie bitches on a bunch of drugs
  Turnt up in a limousine
  I tell them come over
  Yeah bend it over
  It’s time for me to get in between [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  I just want to take you for a ride, and we going
  Ride around the corner
  Ain’t nobody looking, I’ma just pull it out
  You’ll know what to do, meet me in my backseat, yeah
  And we’ll get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, yeah)
  And we gonna get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, whoa)
  It feel like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well
  They’re like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well