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Tresor Gray
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Look
You ain't ready (you ain't ready)
They ain't on it they softer than teddies (they soft)
She a treesh, she a wetty (she a wetty)
I still hit from the back cause it's heavy (glah, glah, boom)
Throw my dance, gettin' study (gettin' sturdy)
On the block, Imma hang like a jersey
She gone lick on my skin like a Hershey's (like, what? like, what?)
And I'm getting that brain like I'm nerdy (like, what? like, what?)
If man really want to test this, do you like Netflix?
Cause you will get canceled
True my nickname is Gordon Ramsay
Swing that chef man I swing that Rambo
When I raise up the doors of the lambo
Suddenly gal want to blow man's candle
I got five hundred K like Bando
Men are hating cause you broke like ankles
She a slut, she a skeezer (she a skeezer)
I be plucking my opps like a tweezer
Gettin' hot, like a fever
She a thot I get top and I leave her (glah, glah, boom)
What you claim? What you jacking?
Dead ass shorty she overreacting
And I'm getting that money like DraftKings
Got my doolie you won't catch me lacking
If I step to the opps, man, I make man run like they chased and I transit
I spent two weeks chillin' in the abode and I'm on my own roam and I swear I can't stand it
You ain't see what I seen so you won't understand it
Jack boys, really like jack son like Janet
I'm on the track Issa rap like a blanket
O U T this world like a planet
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Hit the phone for a picture
I got more rizz than a girl named Merissa
I hit that once and I dash never miss her
My bro pooled up in a coup like gorillas
Yes, I want that money and I want that skrilla
I fly three shawties to Turks and the villa
Your ex don't want you
She said you vanilla
I might need a doctor I'm sick I'm 'illa, uh
I don't need a belly to go ride out
My team come from north and my next thing south
If you shat on my name get a box in your mouth
Numb nut Corey got the packs in the house
My chain made of water my neck might drown
How you like a sit on your head like crown
You go ask anyone I'm the dork of the town
Young jock coola what cause it's going down
Look, don't make me act up
I got Brodie but I don't need back up
If you mess with the gang you get packed up
Yeah, you broke you ain't never had stacks up
Louis V and it's holding my pants up
Used to live with your BM you're shacked up
Like, I play all the pisses get hacked up
Like, the back of the truck better back up (baow)
If man really want to test this, do you like Netflix?
Cause you will get canceled
True my nickname is Gordon Ramsay
Swing that chef man I swing that Rambo
When I raise up the doors of the Lambo
Suddenly gal want to blow man's candle
I got five hundred K like Bando
Men are hating cause you broke like ankles
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