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donuts - ro ransom lyrics

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[verse 1: ro ransom]
don’t let free drinks at the bar make you think you’re important
all the champagne in the world wouldn’t clear up your conscience
they shit come on, i nod off, see your -ss in the morning
ain’t seen my dentist in years, man he know i been flossing
niggas so scared to show love in my city i need a vacation
gold digging b-tches with birkin bag wishes is testing my patience
t copped a ghost i rode in it my diamonds is haunted
baby come here let me give you the night that you wanted

[chorus: ro ransom]
pull up to the club doing donuts
everybody change when you glo up
baby girl, godd-mn oh!
why the f-ck you fronting like you won’t?
you knew when you saw it
i know what you want
juuging all night long

[verse 2: ro ransom]
niggas is topping the chart off my swag man they stealing
we know the secrets your money and fame are concealing
i can see god in the mirrors that cover the ceiling
ain’t no place else in the world that can give me this feeling
i found my drive in the f-cking goodbye that my ex never told me
used to spend 4 to 5 figures a night on these hoes thats the old me
yohji and yote the only clothes on me i’m saucing
cliquot just made me jump up on the bar like steve austin

[chorus: ro ransom]
pull up to the club doing donuts
everybody change when you glo up
baby girl, godd-mn oh!
why the f-ck you fronting like you won’t?
you knew when you saw it
i know what you want
juuging all night long

[verse 3: kensei abbot]
i broke my own wrist like lebron, i threw all this ice now they gone hate on me
first flight in, they put the belt on my arm i ain’t fight for it hate on me
i don’t rock gold ‘cept my girl she a charm i’ma f-ck her after this
the label bought me a new grill, i said i don’t rock nothing thats counterfeit
i focus my chakra make contact with cash and i call that taijutsu
yohji gave me a new look, i y-3 my b-tch then we ate noodles
fighting for swag? you ain’t nothing but under me your style is futile
i whipped my wrist, broke it again i need more ice than you do

[alternate chorus: ro ransom]
pull up to the club doing donuts
everybody change when you glo up
baby girl tell me what you feeling
i can see god in the ceiling

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