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Spark the blunts up 
Ash 'em in the ramekins 
Spark the blunts up 
Ash 'em in the ramekins 
I am chilling heavily 
Kicking it with my mans and them

Ramekin with the grape jelly remnants
Recalling sticky resentment
Earbuds spitting your voice into my head
No choice but believing
You basically

care about a clown that'll never blow up
You aint scared to throw down, but you scared to grow up
A mofucka got the sauce like a ramekin
Heard they

The Spark

Statik Selektah

Extended Play

2013

Put my spoon inside the pudding in the ramekin
Leave you in past tense
All my bitches got accents, and big fat asses in a black Benz
Don't even call,

On display with no mannequin
Gotta steal like I'm ramekin
I'm raising my brand up
Gotta pop for the betterment
Gotta rock like it's sediment
Gotta jot with

better get off this planet then 
Goin back and forth these niggas is Hammockin
Smoke the bowl but it's big as a ramekin
When i make it probably won't be

panicking
Stay rounded like a ramekin

Roaches on my walls and in my ashtrays
Ashtrays
2 bedroom apartment reached its cap space 
Cap space
My heat just got

it's irrelevant

What ever comes my way I handle it
Drip to saucy I need a ramekin
Reppn Bahamian but I am African
Stuck on the blocks m in love with

I been
Pulled apart like a mannequin anakin
Play the part I aint panickin'
Emerge from the fire like a ramekin
And survive any purge or the battlin'

I'll take your man again I'm killing hoes and I got these bitches panicking
I got too much sauce for these bitches I need a ramekin
Them niggas that you

that'll leave your clan manikin
Coke out the pot, soufflé out the ramekin
No prints leave my hands wrapped like some bandages
When you're a champion you

for me and mine
I just peeled off
Keep this shit a buck plus 99,
Need a mill dawg,
We just steady praying to the sky

Call me ramekin
Cause They know

a leader
Bitch I'm all up in your speakers
Nothing meager, the big heater, huh
Walk on sky, I feel like Anakin
Got my own sauce, need no ramekin
Max focus is

makin' a play
Hittin' my man again
Yeah it's damagin'
Sippin' that sauce no ramekin
Drewski know what it dooski
Know I come through with shenanigans
Back

bursters nurtured to
A lurching con encampment
Cursed birth's worth's been shot
From a cannon lost in the mannequin grannies
Get the ramekins
Cornered under

damn ‘em to hell, and while I'm at it-
-Can it, bitch. I'll slam you in a ramekin
Then bake you at 350 to make skank sandwiches
Go hightail , I don't got

a panic
Yeah aye yeah aye yeah
Aye yeah aye yeah
These niggas so fake like a mannequin
I got the sauce like a ramekin
Boy you better get your mans
My

fran again
We all can have our portion of the Lord like a ramekin, right na
Like a QB draw, Through the middle if
Lying men block my blessing, plow like

and competitive what's the score? 
The ramekins in my mind are breaking from all the thoughts 
I fill em up all the time, I'm living life on a rhyme and it's

Trying to find some comfort in
The lacework and the ramekins
I loose myself
Amid the dusty shelves

I had merely wandered in
To stop myself from

like a mannequin
Certain man have got no sauce for the ramekin
Like, are you alright, boss? You look poorly
Like a spare prick in a orgy
Express yourself

got chalk where we play
Ramekin dish burn a bitch soufflé
I'm native lil bitch and I rip toupee
Top of the world like my name Hussein
Yuh Top of the key

cassette
Working for a thick-necked man by the name of Yes Chef

I'd rather be drinking in a hammock than scraping out the ramekins
The whole kitchen is