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letra de the plug (king trappy iii) - idk

[intro]
trap, lil n-gg-, trap
trap, lil n-gg-, trap
trap, lil n-gg-, trap
trap, lil n-gg-, trap
trap, lil n-gg-, trap (birds)
trap, lil n-gg-, trap (birds)
trap, lil n-gg-, trap (cuckoo)
trap, lil n-gg-, trap

[verse 1]
all these n-gg-s wonder why when i say
the reagan era put a motherf-cking voice in my head
saying, “trap, lil n-gg-, trap”
so i’m on the block with my glock c-cked till my heart stop
f-ck blood, rather pump crack
or go get a tre-five and flip it for five five
why you motherf-ckers flipping burgers at five guys?
for lack of words, the lies that lie inside of ya mind
every single time make a n-gg- feel fine
the reason why i’m blind when i see my people die
the messed up part’s that they see it as a crime
it might be death, but i see it as a dime
and that shit makes sense, ain’t no need to ask why, f-ck it
all i’m tryna do is stay clear of the buckets
driving this dope, got me scooping up the duckets
a lot of rappers rap about trap shit
but they ain’t really ’bout shit
i’m the only one that’s saying something
fronting’s equivalent to whippings on the back
when your front’s getting whiped in the kitchen
and the feds run up to the door, get to kickin’ with the strap
to your hat, make you lay down flat, that’s a fact
the plug ain’t me, the plug is a story of how society bleeds
part of the popular phrase that says
i can’t breath, i can’t breath
i can’t breath, i can’t breath

[interlude]
lord, lord
when i, when i

[pre-hook]
when i hop up out the porsche or out the lamb’
that become my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, d-mn
my shotta got a glocka, it go ham
all because my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, d-mn

[hook]
i’m the plug (birds)
i’m the plug, i’m the plug
i’m the plug (birds)
i’m the plug, i’m the plug
i’m the plug (cuckoo)
i’m the plug, i’m the plug
i’m the plug (you ain’t got no money, take yo’ broke -ss home)
i’m the plug, i’m the plug

[verse 2]
extendo clip (clip, clop), bang, bang!
leave a n-gg- on the floor, let his brains hang
what’s those pants? alexander wang
buy new clothes everytime i sell a whole thang
moving that coca and i ain’t talking ’bout b-tter
i leave it to my young n-gg-s, they gon’ cook it and cut up
they take it back to the block, they break it down, make it pop
trapping is not like selling records, it is not gonna flop
touch my mans and get dropped, touch my fam and get popped
touch my stash and i’m clickin’, clockin’, reload and then flock
(brrrrrrrrrrrrrr) i ain’t never had a d-mn day job, n-gg-
i been getting paid since tenth grade, n-gg-
never been in feds but i make seven figures
that’s the reason why these n-gg-s wanna hate, go figure

[pre-hook]
hop up out the porsche or out the lamb’
that become my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, d-mn
my shotta got a glocka, it go ham
all because my wrist juggie juggie, flip, juggie juggie, d-mn

- idk

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