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letra de pizza party - ralfy the plug & otm

[intro]
(viper)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
we all rappers, but we keep racks, so we different
she said she want a coach, not no weak pippen
this not the 1990 two-tone, this a dweller, he ain’t different
i ain’t got nothin’ for you, b-tch, but you can eat stiffler
i hit her for an hour off the perc’, so she tip me
she just wanna f-ck so she actin’ fake tipsy
she like, “i don’t know why i keep givin’ him my money, he trickin'”
every time i go to the bank, i leave with pink fifties
this a big-body sp-ceship, no civic
if you ain’t tryna tear it off, b-tch, keep your distance
all that shruggin’ you doin’ to pay your rent ain’t livin’
on her knees for an hour for pastor ralfy, she’s no christian
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i’m a street n-gga, big .40 on me, i keep heat missiles
throw a pizza party on an opp, i’ll feed him deep dishes
one thing i’d never respect is a sneak disser
yeah, we all rappers, but we keep racks, so we different
i’m a street n-gga, big .40 on me, i keep heat missiles
throw a pizza party on an opp, i’ll feed him deep dishes
one thing i’d never respect is a sneak disser
(yeah, we all rappers, but we keep racks, so we different)

[verse 2: duffy]
yeah, we all rap but trust me, we different
you hang with the chumps, i’m with the elite members
the stincs always outside, we be in the deep trenches
add that n-gga to the menu, whoever we seen with him
too greedy for the dough, i turned to a fiend for it
back-back, lil’ bro, we got choppers and flamethrowers
let so many shots off, i gave him a hangover
i would hate to have to shut down the party, the fun’s over
another day of flexin’ and makin’ these n-ggas lookin’ bad
blower on my hip, i don’t carry it in no bookbag
police-ass boy, don’t be askin’ me ’bout no get-backs
steppin’ in the booth with an apr-n, we finna cook crack

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i’m a street n-gga, big .40 on me, i keep heat missiles
throw a pizza party on an opp, i’ll feed him deep dishes
one thing i’d never respect is a sneak disser
yeah, we all rappers, but we keep racks, so we different
i’m a street n-gga, big .40 on me, i keep heat missiles
throw a pizza party on an opp, i’ll feed him deep dishes
one thing i’d never respect is a sneak disser
(yeah, we all rappers, but we keep racks, so we different)
[verse 3: blue pesos]
tryna kick back to a pizza party, now his brains hangin’
susa lee came with a loaf, all pink fifties
heat missiles rippin’ through your denim, you should reconsider
dance with me, b-tch, fire drank with this cheap liquor
grim adventures, grim reaper, long live stinkmeaner
we all know he chose his ass the new [?]
walkin’ through the jungle, mink sweater and a chinchilla
you say you hit the b-tch, it sound good, but you paid for it
the stincs’ worst nightmare, ch-nks call me godzilla
make your move quick, it’s gettin’ hectic, plus your time tickin’
his thoughts splattered all on my [?], this n-gga mind missin’
i seen you with detective hardman, you heard cop, n-gga

- ralfy the plug otm

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