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Gordon Ramsay

 

Gordon Ramsay


She can't clap without her hands?
What did you say?
Nah you can keep that hoe
What?

If she can't clap without her hands then I don't want that bitch
I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my fucking wrist
If ya hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick

Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist

Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick

Okay like pop out
Bitch you know I keep it on me
We in the drop now
U know that this shit is not free

She giving slop
40 let it pop
Fuck her then I swap
Fuck her in the drop

(Okay like)
Run to the back
Go faster she trynna smash
I will not let her

(Okay like)
Baby got back
Big rack too so no bitch
I will not dead her

Stay with the strap
Im poppin nigga talk down lay
His ass in the coffin

Knock you off the map
For capping your lame bitch
Choppa get to blastin

If she can't clap without her hands then I don't want that bitch
I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my fucking wrist
If ya hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick

Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist

Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick

I finesse ya thot
Man I make this shit look easy
She be sucking till I'm dry
Man that bitch really be freaky

I got purple in my cup
And I'm pouring till I'm sleepy
Got the Gucci on my belt
Bitch I walk out lookin steezy

(Bitch)
Bought yo bitch some hair
We roll up paper square
She sit on me like chair
Pussy pop like snare

Bitch we counting bank
Rubbing off the paint
Puffing on the dank
This hydro so it stank

A bitch boy likes to snitch
I might hit him in the chin
He got his hands on his face
Like that boy counting to 10

Give a fuck about a bitch
I still fuck up on her friend
Then I move on to the next
And I do that shit again

Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh

hecho

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