Ramsay Lyrics – Country Dons
Singer: Country Dons
Title: Ramsay
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain’t Gordon
And I’m so deep in your b#tch
I might just f#ck ’round, put my balls in
Yeah, they’re talking and talking
We can’t beef, you’d feel important (A little n#gg# like you)
We can’t beef, you’d feel important
Trap lines active
Connect to the plug, let’s get sh#t popping
That’s a one two step, drip on spill, my don’s all country bopping
I could do it on my ones like Batman
I’m a trap man, I ain’t into the robbing
And the plug loves me ’cause I come correct
If I see feds, no, I ain’t stopping
Ammi, Cali, big boxes no likkle man baggies
And my CD’s dem too scatty
Oh wait, sh#t, did I mean trappy
‘010 I push bricks in cabbies
I take her shopping to keep her happy
And it’s hashtag Bolt with the way that they run
Come like professional athletes
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain’t Gordon
And I’m so deep in your b#tch
I might just f#ck ’round, put my balls in
Yeah, they’re talking and talking
We can’t beef, you’d feel important (A little n#gg# like you)
We can’t beef, you’d feel important
I put the T in trap
I put the in raps
Give it to the young G’s to push in flats
If we see opps, no combat
Stick it in, twist and I’m gone fam
If you got beef with my team then we’re on man
Jump out, have ’em saying, you got the wrong man
You don’t wanna see us riding ’round in your bits
They see my jewels and they’re pissed
Free aim, I don’t need no assist
Got your gyally up on my list
And when she wants it, I won’t resist
Don’t hate ’cause I’m doing so well
Bro’s got that pump like he works for Shell
Fly that drone, I’mma get intel
I’m beefing with pagans that can’t even spell
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain’t Gordon
And I’m so deep in your b#tch
I might just f#ck ’round, put my balls in
Yeah, they’re talking and talking
We can’t beef, you’d feel important (A little n#gg# like you)
We can’t beef, you’d feel important
Girly know how I like it
Wiggle and whine it
Push it and grind it
Nearly bruk her back up on my ting
Come like she must do horseback riding
I put D in her M, man’s sliding
AM to PM, still grinding
I don’t know why these opp boys are typing, they’re lying
I trap where they chill, where you hiding
I’m at Peter’s yard with my brethren
Straight drop, tryna see the percentage
No unknown T, it’s my unknown G
See a opp boy, dig it and bend it
Bro’s got light and dark like a penguin
Me, I got white and she shine like a peng ting
I ain’t smacking down raw, this ain’t wrestling
Dish it at the fiends, come back like my ex ting
I don’t know why they talk online
But they wanna send threats on me
When we catch ’em offline, I was TY
Now they wanna dead this beef
Akh said f#ck all the draw outs B
Go on and go on and get this P
But bro wants to ride, so I’m there on the glide
Man’s there in the passenger seat
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain’t Gordon
And I’m so deep in your b#tch
I might just f#ck ’round, put my balls in
Yeah, they’re talking and talking
We can’t beef, you’d feel important (A little n#gg# like you)
We can’t beef, you’d feel important
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