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letra de truth on our side - ralfy the plug & otm

[intro: duffy]
b-tch
you know the truth (viper)
yeah, n-gga

[verse 1: duffy]
we got the truth on our side, you can’t stop nothin’
you see this buddah, don’t try it, i got glocks by me
pow and a kisser, chops out, it ain’t no punch comin’
team full of joints, n-ggas know they can’t f-ck with us
trust nothin’, everywhere i go, i got a drum with me
hundiddies, all my n-ggas breaded like some hush puppies
tough n-ggas usually don’t be smart, left him dumbfounded
got up on lil’ marcus in his whip, had his chest poundin’
x factor, crossed a n-gga out, then we dipped after
big factors, too greedy fam’, we make all anthems
chin strapper, visit mei ling and become casper
sit down, i came in with the felons and the dopе goblins

[chorus: duffy]
sh-t, n-gga
we got the truth on our side, you can’t stop nothin’
b-tch
tеam full of joints, n-ggas know they can’t f-ck with us
trust nothin’, everywhere i go, i got a drum with me, n-gga
tough n-ggas never be that smart, left him dumbfounded
[verse 2: young bull]
stupid n-gga, are you smarter than a fifth grader?
filled him up with lead, left the crime scene, see you later
pockets full of hundreds, fifty-ball, ballin’ with no label
i jumped off the porch to the streets, i wasn’t watchin’ cable
up the stick on him, i don’t do no pump fake
that n-gga blood on my shoes, oh, nevermind, them just maisons
you would’ve thought i was a slave with all these cartier bracelets
vvs diamonds, solitare ben franklins

[verse 3: blue pesos]
never leave a trace, pull a skit, then we gone after
traumatized this n-gga, chops out, he had no manners
speakin’ to the team, chest out, i was bamboozled
ryu chops from street fighter, i just drop kicked him
quit blowin’ up my phone, i might come later
i had to abuse ling ling, here’s a chin strapper
piece sn-tcher, get your life took over this ice glacier
sub zero chop knocked him down like i’m joe frazier

[chorus: duffy]
sh-t, n-gga
we got the truth on our side, you can’t stop nothin’
b-tch
team full of joints, n-ggas know they can’t f-ck with us
trust nothin’, everywhere i go, i got a drum with me, n-gga
tough n-ggas never be that smart, left him dumbfounded
[verse 4: ralfy the plug]
dead next to the galaxy, metro where they found him
big booty broke b-tches don’t arouse me
you said you don’t suck d-ck, b-tch, you way too childish
he mad at the plug ’cause his job don’t pay him good salary
what you eatin’ with the beef, choppin’ it up and eat him with salad
smokin’ exotic stincy buds got me seein’ cloudy things
all them diamonds ain’t hittin’, all i see is a cloudy piece
i like sippin’ wockhardt and not none of that lousy tequila, the plug

- ralfy the plug otm

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