Kensei Abbot - Donuts lyrics

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Kensei Abbot - Donuts lyrics

[Verse 1 – Ro Ransom] Don’t let free drinks at the bar make you think you’re important All the champagne in the world wouldn’t clear up your conscience They s**t come on i nod off see your a** in the morning Ain’t seen my dentist in years man he know i been flossing N****s so scared to show love in my city i need a vacation Gold digging b*****s with Birkin bag wishes is testing my patience T copped a Ghost I rode in it my diamonds is haunted Baby come here let me give you the night that you wanted [Hook/Chorus – Ro Ransom] Pull up to the club doing donuts Everybody change when you glo up Baby girl, goddamn oh! Why the f**k you fronting like you won’t? ..You knew when you saw it I know what you want Juuging all night long [Verse 2 – Ro Ransom] N****s is topping the chart off my swag man they stealing We know the secrets your money and fame are concealing I can see God in the mirrors that cover the ceiling Ain’t no place else in the world that can give me this feeling I found my drive in the f*****g goodbye that my ex never told me Used to spend 4 to 5 figures a night on these hoes thats the old me Yohji and Yote the only clothes on me I’m saucing Cliquot just made me jump up on the bar like Steve Austin [Hook/Chorus – Ro Ransom] Pull up to the club doing donuts Everybody change when you glo up Baby girl, goddamn oh! Why the f**k you fronting like you won’t? ..You knew when you saw it I know what you want Juuging all night long [Verse 3 – Kensei Abbot] I roke my own wrist like Lebron, I threw all this ice now they gone hate on me First flight in, they put the belt on my arm I ain’t fight for it hate on me I don’t rock gold ‘cept my girl she a charm I’ma f**k her after this The label bought me a new grill, I said I don’t rock nothing thats counterfeit I focus my chakra make contact with cash and i call that Taijutsu Yohji gave me a new look, I Y-3 my b***h then we ate noodles Fighting for swag? You ain’t nothing but under me your style is futile I whipped my wrist, broke it again I need more ice than you do [Alternate Hook/Chorus – Ro Ransom] Pull up to the club doing donuts Everybody change when you glo up Baby girl tell me what you feeling I can see god in the ceiling

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