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letra de stomach weak - ralfy the plug, nipscogang foreign, itsmanman & head hancho

[verse 1: itsmanman]
hit his chest, that n-gga throwin’ up likе he was g-ngb-ngin’
when we spin, we let it rip, i had to beyblade him
you like a deadbeat with your gun ’cause you ain’t raise it
doa, don’t call 9-1-1, them n-ggas can’t save him
b-tch, i’m manman iverson, i’m ’bout to cross ’em over
ain’t gta, when you get flamed, there ain’t no startin’ over
brodie seen my picture in her phone and his heart was broken
’bout to leave his pasta in the box, woke up in bossa nova

[chorus: nipscogang foriegn]
ayy, i ain’t simp for you, lil’ b-tch, why you cuffin’ me?
n-ggas only tough with them homies, they a hundred deep
if i lift this chopper up, it’ll put him underneath (grrt)
caught his first body, he threw up, brodie stomach weak
really, i’m just gettin’ money, sh-t, that’s havin’ fun to me
why you gettin’ money still hatin’? that sh-t dumb to me (know that sh-t dumb to me)
i ain’t gotta go get ’em, make the b-tches come to me
caught his first body, he threw up, brodie stomach weak (n-gga caught his first body, threw up like a lil’ b-tch)
caught his first body, he threw up, brodie stomach weak (n-ggas better stop playin’ over there, i ain’t even cappin’)
i ain’t simp for you, lil’ b-tch, so why you cuffin’ me?
[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
if it’s beef, turn his ass to trill burger like bun b
spill the soda, you’ll get popped like i’m from the east
what’s that? your baby mama necklace not a piece
get in the booth, then paint the picture like mona lisa
a young coach gettin’ franklins up out aretha
b-tch put it in my offering, i’m a preacher
you hit the blunt and ain’t coughin’, that is not no reefer
it’s no b-tch that can tell me the time i need her
the plug

[verse 3: head hancho]
ayy
it’s too many k!llers ’round me, don’t blink wrong
anything about some money, that’s my theme tone
hancho popovitch, put the team on (i put the team on)
blue jean outfit denim tears, this ain’t vlone
put a deuce of wockhard in a firework
bro hit the whippet, it sound like he doin’ tire work
it burned me out, snag some water when i buy a shirt (louis)
he always hold that gun for nothin’, boy, that fire work (grrt)
[chorus: nipscogang foriegn]
ayy, i ain’t simp for you, lil’ b-tch, why you cuffin’ me?
n-ggas only tough with them homies, they a hundred deep
if i lift this chopper up, it’ll put him underneath (grrt)
caught his first body, he threw up, brodie stomach weak
really, i’m just gettin’ money, sh-t, that’s havin’ fun to me
why you gettin’ money still hatin’? that sh-t dumb to me (know that sh-t dumb to me)
i ain’t gotta go get ’em, make the b-tches come to me
caught his first body, he threw up, brodie stomach weak (n-gga caught his first body, threw up like a lil’ b-tch)
caught his first body, he threw up, brodie stomach weak (n-ggas better stop playin’ over there, i ain’t even cappin’)
i ain’t simp for you, lil’ b-tch, so why you cuffin’ me?

- ralfy the plug nipscogang foreign itsmanman head hancho

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