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letra de my plug - q da fool

[verse 1]
let me tell you a lil’ story, how i met my plug
gave me guns, sold me drugs
young n-gga started with an ounce and a half
with a box on my ankle and a half-point slug
swear my mama can’t tell me sh-t
imma keep smoking weed, keep it toting my clip
og bob told me that it’s all in the wrist
mother f-ck a job cause i’m tryna get rich
got locked for a robbery and i ain’t say sh-t
who, what, where, n-gga i ain’t take sh-t
gucci on my belt i ain’t gotta say sh-t
your b-tch all on my d-ck and i ain’t even say sh-t
n-gga you a lame godd-mn face it
catch me in the back n-gga probably facin’ (good dope)
work piled up like a brick mason
i ain’t runnin after hoes boy i’m money chasing
you stealin’ my flow that sh-t sad
i think you owe q da fool cash
the feds they all on my -ss
cause q da fool known to put n-ggas in bags

[verse 2]
i get booted wit my shooter
ruin the mission, you lose wit your shooter
b-tch this real life so i move wit that ruga
i swear moe, this street sh-t is real
you book then your -ss might get k!lled
a hunnid xans, hunnid perks, hunnid grams
a young n-gga tryna make a mill
q la’flare all bout his money sh-t, not with that funny sh-t
b-tch n-gga, like a girl you just run your lips
trap n-gga everyday tryna make a flip
i don’t think n-ggas really street n-ggas
i don’t think these n-ggas street n-ggas
i don’t think these n-ggas street n-ggas
like a book man i swear you gotta read n-ggas
tryna get it, gotta wake up off the e n-gga
getcha cash man i swear i can’t feed n-ggas
straight hustlin’, definition of a street n-gga
yeah, real street n-gga
gotta get it, off the e n-gga
getcha money, don’t ask

- q da fool

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