Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ElDORADO, artist - Ramirez. Date of issue: 12.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ElDORADO |
| I’ma be honest, don’t do this often |
| Open my mouth and all you see is gloss |
| I’m fuckin' the game and I’m usin' a rubber |
| Come fuck your bitch 'fore she’s under my covers |
| Stare at the view, that’s outside my window |
| I’m playin' the game of life, not Nintendo |
| My weakness is servin' the back of the zone |
| The bubble fell out, but I’m slangin' that ho |
| I’m duckin' and servin' 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 |
| Scrapin' for pennies but still on my grind |
| Goddamn, hol' up, bitch |
| This for them pimps, and this for them hoes |
| This for them caddies that’s ridin' them Vogues (Yuh) |
| Now roll me a blunt 'cause I’m tryna get blown (Yuh) |
| Hand me my stash |
| So I can smother these rappers with numbers then pick up my pants |
| Take my dick out yo' throat, keep your mind out my visions |
| You lackin' 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' |
| When will it change? |
| Lames still talkin' out of their turn |
| 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, babygirl, don’t hurt me |
| Up late workin' until it get early |
| One to your temple, ain’t talkin' bout Shirley, bitch |
| Voices in my head, call 'em here and talk |
| Tellin' me to kill myself, my mom and pops |
| I’ve been servin' bricks, I’m tryna duck the opps |
| Keep on poppin' sticks out 'til my heart gon' pop |
| Got my stick shift swervin' while I’m servin' rocks |
| Shoutout 'Vada, 'cause I still miss her a lot |
| Fuck do you mean, ho? |
| That’ll be my kinfolk |
| Straight out the cream of the crop |
| Still miss Erase, he my fam and my bro |
| Since he left, no one been keepin' the code |
| Can’t suppress the feelin', I pour up a four and I pop |
| Still, keep the work, got the Glock in my sock |
| Two bad hoes keeps on freakin' |
| And she said she want an OG but she smokin' Sativa |
| Always run from police and they tryna take mine |
| Come and step on my field and get blown up like mines |