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letra de plugged in freestyle - ojb

[intro]
yo
shout out fumez the engineer, man
plugged in
it’s yo boi, grim reaper himself, you already know my slogan (bow)
pick a side or die in the middle
if you ain’t willing to shoot, don’t put in them boots
it’s not for everybody, man
if we ain’t the biggest we gotta be the realeast

[verse 1]
no zombies, n-ggas just semi’s
dark side, with a force like jedi
turn my back on the gang, why would i?
turn my back on the set, how can i?
pulls in the whip, that’s normal
i put in all this wet, that’s normal
more fatalities, that’s mortal
i put a hole in your face, that’s awful (awful)
main road in the backstreet, my gang never been lawful
so much sticks in the squad, you n-ggas be quadral
so much platеs in the room, that wants me the young n-gga sick
call and bе on the strip, with a phone get a young n-gga rich

[verse 2]
we make most of draughts, we pull up and they take off
i love this prof, i’m in the bando with dirty sloths
dirty gets chopped, [i’ll call you steff runs doubles my prof?]
dirty gets chopped, [i’ll call you steff runs doubles my prof?]
didn’t see me fantastic, get up close and i told that f-ggot
rip more than fabric, a&e got wrapped in blankets
i was doing for bro, same way bro ‘ready done it for me
these opps are weak, a verbal attack ain’t hurtin me
[verse 3]
i’ll dip man done, if he’s moving mad i’ll do it again
last time i saw them boy, they ran, so how they gonna save their friend
p-ssies, pagans, snitches, some speakers
how you gonna save your soul, when i drip this shank and blow this heater
talkers talk and talkers cheap
so the mandem step and work
talkin’ all of this verbal
but your bredrin bursts
real sh-t, them boy they do it for clout
no need for the questions, they know who’s running the south

[verse 4]
the silly boy tripped and he got plugged in, what a shame that he run out of fumes
ever seen two best friends, have a foot race, and then both of them loose?
i pulled up with [?], and the whole block skated, i didn’t know who to choose
i think they like pourin’ henny the same way we like watching the news
tell brucy pop it, called her bae just to make her lock it
callie bad, but the boy tried hold me, chop it lock off the block like boris
opp block tour, i’m a tourist
tell them gardians to flourish
they know i’m the end-the-cycle cause i’m psycho and i promise

[verse 5]
got that, rap that, send that up, it’s gonna come back in plastic
i was up north, throwing snow, trynna get bear []? did you know all these packets
i would see no people of my skin tone, and i can’t understand this accent
neighbors watching, it feels like acid, i’m para- they gonna tell feds i’m trappin
i can’t get stopped, even though my date off, i still got my weapon on me
tsg van keep following gyal, make it hard to walk with zombies
civil’s been sheffed, many times, got the opps that ride that properly
lows on the net, but where you [?]
[verse 6]
i can tell about drugs mates used, i can tell you about that guns that man done used
free up the [?], ain’t no way you can stop the fugue
you really chattin sh-t, how you jump on tunes
you really done sh-t, can’t come to the booth
walls when you getting that dinger
and your opp man see man do
two choices when man pull: that’s loose your life or run
i don’t do this verbal thing, i just pull and get man done
might have 2 racks or 3
gang pulled up on your room, all man saw was ic3

[verse 7]
[?] on my wrist, man i live this
[?], man i did this
cross that line, ima risk it
man will slap [?]
n-ggas ain’t b-tchin, they [?]
lord is my witness, we slither with clip sh-t
got rhino call for this biscuit
shoot first them talk that’s the instinct
cross that line, it’s an execution
i said cross that line, it’s an execution
i don’t wanna hear about excuses
i’m from junction, we not from buton
[?]
[verse 8]
and you ain’t no gg, you ain’t not ronaldem
long arm man coming like dalsem
how could i beef these yutes, and a man go jail and they still go falcon
no can’t beef, and they go felt em
how many times man gotta tell them
big bang ting, not like sheldon, j lyles headb-tt like i’m from [?]
shh, t, how’s my curry?
man talking fully, but they don’t want none of these junction bullies
i fling on my hoodie and put up with kid that’s a not boogie
my opps some p-ssies, and they all get smoked like cookies

- ojb

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