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Ramirez

Bacon, Eggs, And Grits

 

Bacon, Eggs, And Grits

(album: The Tragedy Of A Clown - 2020)


[Ramirez:]
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful

Whipping on the woodgrain like I'm Mario Andretti
Bass knocking out the trunk, I hit the switches on the Chevy
Car stops, rims spin, thinking that you balling
But the bank account gon' end, catch a pussy while you sliding
Only speak in money, so you better learn the language
Choppa hanging on my neck with the tag I'm engraved in
Boy, you faking, I can see through your façade
I've been known to G-check a motherfucker, pull a sucka card
Deep up in the trenches like I'm Rambo
Bacon, eggs, and grits, but, baby, make sure that they're scrambled
Polish all my shoes, get my coat, wipe down a hunnid spokes (Huh?)
Twist me up a blunt, then light it up, then you can go (Bitch)

Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful

[Pouya:]
I used to dream of Maseratis, Bentleys, spaceships racing
Cadillac on them Daytons, can't be waiting patient, back to the basics
Bad to the bone, better calm me down, they wanna kill me every city I go to
Ten-deep, guerilla warfare when we roll through
Energy on the rise, enemies get to die
Somebody gon' get victimized
I don't wanna meet the reaper yet, so I'm ducking the drive-bys
Side-eyes that tell lies, I abide by the set laws of my guys
Stay loyal, fuck these hoes, they making my blood boil
When I die, bury me with that Miami soil
I'm a Dade County boy, don't you forget about it
Ride around my city with my bitch and my four-five right by me
Yuh

[Ramirez:]
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hanging on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful

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