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lxrd knows (baby sitter sits on dads face) - ramirez lyrics

[verse 1]
aye, whippin’ in the kitchen
selling bricks i’m moving dope (god d-mn, moving dope)
chain up on my neck
i flex that b-tch and let it go (i let it go)
uzi on my waist i c-ck it back and let it blow (i let it blow)
running through your hood my n-gga
all them lords will know (all them lords will know)
all these b-tches trippin’ talking ’bout they wanna suck this d-ck
ima flip another pack and i’ve been serving up these bricks
catch my pigeons and hit the coupe [?] boy you sick
swerving through the lanes my n-gga
i don’t love no f-cking b-tch
word of mouth i bought a pack (yeah)
made a n-gga flip it back (yeah)
swerving in the cadillac (yeah)
talking sh-t, you getting smacked (yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck about no b-tch or no hoe
[?]
we gon let that b-tch blow
i got gold up on my wrist
i got gold up on my neck
i got gold inside my mouth
and i got gold all on this tech, aye
skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
bullet smoke up in the air
brr, brr, brr, brr
plug callers everywhere

[verse 2]
b-tch i am a chef
i’m whippin’ up the f-cking pot
yet, it’s hard up on the block
i put that money in my sock
you see the glock that i be toting
ending dreams of n-ggas hoping
n-ggas knowing that this ain’t a game
i don’t want the fame, i’m just
making money at a fast rate
living life, just at a fast pace
speed demon with a jag, mane
120 gotta go
pump it up
k!lling it
bag it up
sell it b-tch
making moves
stacking grid
make it rain
whip better b-tch
god d-mn

- ramirez lyrics

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