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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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