ฟังเพลงGordon Ramsay (Explicit)

Gordon Ramsay (Explicit) - HL WAVE/Jhonny Flames

Tony wings production

Move your fat f**king arse

She can't clap without her hands

What did you say

Nah you can keep that h*e

What

If she can't clap without her hands then

I don't want that b***h

I feel like Gordon Ramsey how

I flick my f**king wrist

If ya h*e spam my inbox then I block her quick

All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick

B***h I b***h I flick my wrist

Ya I flick my wrist

B***h I flick my wrist

Ya I flick my wrist

Whay

B***h I keep my stick

Ya ya I keep my stick

Ah

B***h I keep my stick

Ya ya I keep my stick

Ya

Okay like pop out

B***h you know I keep it on me

We in the drop now

You know that this s**t is not free

She giving slop 40 let it pop

Yeah

F**k her then I swap what f**k her in the drop

Yeah

Okay like run to the back go faster she trynna smash

I will not let her

Okay like baby got back big rack too so no b***h

I will not dead her stay with the strap

I'm poppin n***a talk down lay his a*s in the coffin

Yeah

Knock you off the map for capping your lame b***h

Choppa get to blastin

If she can't clap without her hands then

I don't want that b***h

I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my f**king wrist

If ya h*e spam my inbox then I block her quick

All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick

B***h I b***h I flick my wrist

Ya I flick my wrist

Ah

B***h I flick my wrist

Ya ya I flick my wrist

Why

B***h I keep my stick

Ya ya I keep my stick

Ah

B***h I keep my stick

Ya ya I keep my stick

Yeah yeah

I finesse ya thot

Man I make this s**t look easy

She be sucking 'til I'm dry

Man that b***h really be freaky

I got purple in my cup

And I'm pouring 'til I'm sleepy

Got the Gucci on my belt

B***h I walk out lookin steezy ya b***h

Bought yo b***h some hair

We roll up paper square

She sit on me like chair

P***y pop like snare

B***h we counting bank

Rubbing off the paint

Puffing on the dank

This hydro so it stank

A b***h boy likes to snitch

I might hit him in the chin

He got his hands on his face

Like that boy counting to 10

Give a f**k about a b***h

I still f**k up on her friend

Then I move on to the next

And I do that s**t again

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Move your fat f**kin' arse

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh

Ooh ooh