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gordon ramsay (remix - gangthelabel lyrics

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[hook / salah nomobs]

count my blessings like i’m stashing on this drug money
one on one skating by they be looking at me funny
cuz’ my grind sl!ckin’ i’m tony hawkin’ on ’em
fresh of the top, man i’m hot, drop a jam up on ’em
hate to see me eat, hate to see you homie freak
watch these fools all leave, cuz’ they know the realest be
homie that’s me in that g4 wagon
i skee, no sleep, homie until my crew eat

now watch me cook, i’m on my gordon ramsay (x3)
now watch me cook, no sleep until i eat b-tch

[verse 1 / pretty boy dro]

let me flex for the camera
b-tch you know i got stamina
i can tell you amateur
i’m a pro with the spatula
i don’t smoke no more regular
catch me out with young b up in canada
now she wanna be my manager
watch me hit that b-tch with the excalibur
super spectacular, cook it like a chef
swag off the parameter, official like a ref
all my life i been fresh to death uh
hey that’s real, let me catch a breath uh

[bridge / pretty boy dro]

baby no flex, i do the least
i don’t fight thots but she want a piece
first thing i do up in the morning
whip it flip it hit it, you can call me gordon
no sleep till i eat

[verse 2 / 95 kuston]

watch me hit it, flip it, whip it, ship it, magic with the work
get that pack out with the macaw then i check out with a bird
make her tap out like my name was pacquiao
that’s just how it happens
i’m a legend with the marijuana fragrance
dawg what’s happening
i done broke my wrist
popped my f-cking shoulder how i’m cooking
b-tches tell me i’m good looking
they just want the f-cking nookie
i’m a rapper dawg, all i ever do is f-cking clappers
got the speakers going hammer of the swagger
she might of been a four, but she still got ate
man i turned up early but i still got laid
got a lot of fishie but i still got bait
it sure as h-ll was not my party but i still got cake
watch me break a f-cking swisher
then i pull up like a bishop
smoking sour, why you bitter?
i guess that’s why we just differ
bout to pop and fly away like i’m a caterpillar
young b for belgium’s finest, ain’t n0body f-cking realer

[outro / 95 kuston]

do it, do it, do it, now watch me hit em with the woop
hit em with the left
you know how i do, ???
hit em with the l, hit em with the f
that’s a f-ck you for life, that’s a f-ck you till death
you know how i do it, looking like the ref
stripes on my back
you how i react
i just do it like that

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