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Gordon Ramsey (feat. Jhonny Flames) Lyrics


Hl Wave Gordon Ramsey (feat. Jhonny Flames)


Move your fat f..cking arse!
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 f..cking wrist
If ya hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick
Bitch I, 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
You know that this shit is not free
She giving slop, 40 let it pop
F..ck her then I swap, (what) f..ck 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
I'm 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 f..cking wrist
If ya hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick
Bitch I, 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 'til I'm dry
Man that bitch really be freaky
I got purple in my cup
And I'm pouring 'til I'm sleepy
Got the Gucci on my belt
Bitch I walk out lookin steezy, ya 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 f..ck about a bitch
I still f..ck up on her friend
Then I move on to the next
And I do that shit again
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (move your fat f..ckin' arse)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh



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