Lyrics HL Wave – Gordon Ramsay
Text:
She can’t clap without her hands?
What did you say?
Nah you can keep that hoe
What?
If she can’t clap without her hands then I don’t want that bitch
I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my fucking wrist
If ya hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Okay like pop out
Bitch you know I keep it on me
We in the drop now
U know that this shit is not free
She giving slop
40 let it pop
Fuck her then I swap
Fuck her in the drop
(Okay like)
Run to the back
Go faster she trynna smash
I will not let her
(Okay like)
Baby got back
I will not dead her
Stay with the strap
Im poppin nigga talk down lay
His ass in the coffin
Knock you off the map
For capping your lame bitch
Choppa get to blastin
If she can’t clap without her hands then I don’t want that bitch
I feel like Gordon Ramsey how I flick my fucking wrist
If ya hoe spam my inbox then I block her quick
All this jewelry on me so I keep a stick
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I flick my wrist
Ya I flick my wrist
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
Bitch I keep my stick
Ya I keep my stick
I finesse ya thot
Man I make this shit look easy
She be sucking till I’m dry
Man that bitch really be freaky
I got purple in my cup
And I’m pouring till I’m sleepy
Got the Gucci on my belt
Bitch I walk out lookin steezy
(Bitch)
Bought yo bitch some hair
We roll up paper square
She sit on me like chair
Pussy pop like snare
Bitch we counting bank
Rubbing off the paint
Puffing on the dank
This hydro so it stank
A bitch 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 fuck about a bitch
I still fuck up on her friend
Then I move on to the next
And I do that shit again
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