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letra de robin da plug - cash dani

(mercury)

[hook]

stunin’ on b-tches’ while shakin’ my ass
robin da plug and we doin the dash
white lil boy, tryna hit from the back
tell em lowkey i dont f-ck with no rats
wanted sum thicc sh-t, wanted big mass
came to big dani yeah straight to the gas
ice on my wirst got me poppin like pac
cool wit my b-tch and we smokin this pack

need dat bad cause im thicc from the back
im drunk as f-ck tryna make that sh-t clap
f-ck wit a plug now im taking his strap
blew threw 2 ounces im doin a dash
he spent a stack —i hit finesse
i jhi go phantom l’m ghostin my ex
turn this sh-t up and they bump at the jects
they f-ck with jim yea we smokin him next

[verse 1]

pipe by your man got me feelin brand new (new)
hit back shots inna back seat coupe ( coupe)
bust out my hips now talkin big moves (yuh)
freaks on my line, dont hang with no goons (stay goon)
bcu frat i f-ck with a nupe (wida nupe)
spit him sum top and we chill to my tunes (my tunes)
got him locked in and he slide in the coupe (yea)
ops talk sh-t but they dont wanna shoot (grah)
dani too rare for the regula (regula)
ten outta ten no competitor
cause b-tch you fake like em wrestlers hop inna ring and im rasing big tempreture (hot sh-t)
200k is too basic
vvs not no fake sh-t (fake sh-t)
poppin no percs i do vape sh-t
chillin on vacations and f-ck on occasion

[hook]

stunin on b-tches’ while shakin’ my ass
robin da plug and we doin the dash
white lil boy, tryna hit from the back
tell em lowkey i dont f-ck with no rats
wanted sum thicc sh-t, wanted big mass
came to big dani yeah straight to the gas
ice on my wirst got me poppin like pac
cool wit my b-tch and we smokin this pack

need dat bad cause im thicc from the back
im drunk as sh-t tryna make that sh-t clap
f-ck wit a plug now im taking his strap
blew threw 2 ounces im doin a dash
he spent a stack —i hit finesse
i jhi go phantom l’m ghostin my ex
turn this sh-t up and they bump at the jects
they f-ck with jim yea we smokin him next
[verse 2]

you kno on dis beat i go rehab like flo
aggresive behaviors, ain’t cut yo no hoes
ain’t gotta do much, i make my sh-t grow
dm my roster and i f-ck with these hoes
yuh b-tch eat a d-ck
i eat quac get thic
pretty face and prettier lips
4 of my girls, they ain’t never miss
he broke mad and call up a snitch
my country cousin finna show him the switch
why would i stress
you chase a man that give b-tches head
if that were me he would rock no dreads
f-ckin with me get yo red blood spread
beat a b-tch up and beat her friends too
ops talk sh-t but they dont wanna shoot

[hook]

stunin on b-tches we shakin sum ass robin the plug and we doin the dash

- cash dani

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