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Country Dons - Ramsay [Music Video] | GRM Daily
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Country Dons
Country Dons
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blaze
Blaze
Composer
Maroc
Maroc
Composer
Rokky
Rokky
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Saint Cardona
Saint Cardona
Producer

Lyrics

In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain't Gordon And I'm so deep in your bitch I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in Yeah, they're talking and talking We can't beef, you'd feel important (A little nigga like you) We can't beef, you'd feel important Trap lines active Connect to the plug, let's get shit 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, shit, 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 bitch I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in Yeah, they're talking and talking We can't beef, you'd feel important (A little nigga 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 bitch I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in Yeah, they're talking and talking We can't beef, you'd feel important (A little nigga 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 fuck 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 bitch I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in Yeah, they're talking and talking We can't beef, you'd feel important (A little nigga like you) We can't beef, you'd feel important
Writer(s): Luke George Lawrence-hunte, Hatim White, Johnny Leandro Sandoval Cardona Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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