Bacon, Eggs, and Grits Ramirez (Ft. Pouya)
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[Intro: Ramirez]
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Whippin' on thе woodgrain like I'm Mario Andretti
Bass knockin' out the trunk, I hit thе switches on the Chevy
Car stops, rims spin, thinkin' that you ballin'
But the bank account gon' end, catch a pussy while you slidin'
Only speak in money, so you better learn the language
Choppa hangin' on my neck with the tag I'm engraved in
Boy, you fakin', I can see through your façade
I've been known to G-check a motherfucker, pull a sucka card
Deep up in the trenches like I'm Rambo
Bacon, eggs, and grits, but, baby, make sure that they're scrambled
Polish all my shoes, get my coat, wipe down a hunnid spokes (Huh?)
Twist me up a blunt, then light it up, then you can go (Bitch)
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
Y'all can't even get on my level, you niggas minuscule
Hangin' on my nutsack, cousin, you really pitiful
[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Whippin' on thе woodgrain like I'm Mario Andretti
Bass knockin' out the trunk, I hit thе switches on the Chevy
Car stops, rims spin, thinkin' that you ballin'
But the bank account gon' end, catch a pussy while you slidin'
Only speak in money, so you better learn the language
Choppa hangin' on my neck with the tag I'm engraved in
Boy, you fakin', I can see through your façade
I've been known to G-check a motherfucker, pull a sucka card
Deep up in the trenches like I'm Rambo
Bacon, eggs, and grits, but, baby, make sure that they're scrambled
Polish all my shoes, get my coat, wipe down a hunnid spokes (Huh?)
Twist me up a blunt, then light it up, then you can go (Bitch)
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