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RAMIREZ – ELDORADO lyrics
[Verse 1: RAMIREZ]
Ima be honest
Don't do this often
And open my mouth and all you see is gloss
I'm fucking the game and I'm using a rubber
Come fuck yo bitch while she's under my covers
Stare at the view that's outside my window
I'm playing the game no wifi, Nintendo
My weakness is serving the back of the zone
The bubble fell out, but I'm slaying that hoe
I'm ducking and serving them suckas' that's all on my line
They hate on my prime
Bitch I'm the best you can't sip from my wine
Scrap through for pennies but still on my grind
God damn, hold up, bitch
This for the pimps, and this for them hoes
This for the caddies that's riding the Volv's
Now roll me a blunt cos' I'm tryna get blown
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Hand me my stash, so I can smother these rappers with numbers that pick up my pants
Take my dick out yo' throat, keep your mind out my visions
You lacking facts and throwing at yo' opinions
Don't need no one to tell me what I'm missing
I do as I please, I'm free to be me
Knee deep in the game wonderin'
[?]
Until the Glock pop and a body burn
Internal infernal, but when will you learn that you'll never concern me
Every ho see me and wanna get dirty
Nina by the side, baby girl don't hurt me
Up late working until it get early
One to your temple ain't talking bout Shirley, bitch
[Verse 3: Shakewell]
Voices in my head, come in here and talk
Telling me to kill myself, my mom, and pops
I've been serving bricks, I'm tryna duck the ops
Keep on popping sticks out 'till my heart go "pop"
Got my stick shift swerving while I'm serving rocks
Shoutout vibin', cause I still miss syrup lots
Fuck do you mean, ho, that'll be my kinfolk
Straight out the cream of the crop
Still miss Erase, and my fam, and my bro
Since he left, no one been keepin' the code
Can’t suppress the feeling, I pour up a four in that pop
Still, keep the work, got the Glock in my sock
Two bad ho's keeps on freakin'
She said she want an OG but she smoking sativa
Always run from police and they tryna take mine
Come and step on my field and get blown up like mines
Ima be honest
Don't do this often
And open my mouth and all you see is gloss
I'm fucking the game and I'm using a rubber
Come fuck yo bitch while she's under my covers
Stare at the view that's outside my window
I'm playing the game no wifi, Nintendo
My weakness is serving the back of the zone
The bubble fell out, but I'm slaying that hoe
I'm ducking and serving them suckas' that's all on my line
They hate on my prime
Bitch I'm the best you can't sip from my wine
Scrap through for pennies but still on my grind
God damn, hold up, bitch
This for the pimps, and this for them hoes
This for the caddies that's riding the Volv's
Now roll me a blunt cos' I'm tryna get blown
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Hand me my stash, so I can smother these rappers with numbers that pick up my pants
Take my dick out yo' throat, keep your mind out my visions
You lacking facts and throwing at yo' opinions
Don't need no one to tell me what I'm missing
I do as I please, I'm free to be me
Knee deep in the game wonderin'
[?]
Until the Glock pop and a body burn
Internal infernal, but when will you learn that you'll never concern me
Every ho see me and wanna get dirty
Nina by the side, baby girl don't hurt me
Up late working until it get early
One to your temple ain't talking bout Shirley, bitch
[Verse 3: Shakewell]
Voices in my head, come in here and talk
Telling me to kill myself, my mom, and pops
I've been serving bricks, I'm tryna duck the ops
Keep on popping sticks out 'till my heart go "pop"
Got my stick shift swerving while I'm serving rocks
Shoutout vibin', cause I still miss syrup lots
Fuck do you mean, ho, that'll be my kinfolk
Straight out the cream of the crop
Still miss Erase, and my fam, and my bro
Since he left, no one been keepin' the code
Can’t suppress the feeling, I pour up a four in that pop
Still, keep the work, got the Glock in my sock
Two bad ho's keeps on freakin'
She said she want an OG but she smoking sativa
Always run from police and they tryna take mine
Come and step on my field and get blown up like mines
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