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letra de walkin thru - ralfy the plug & otm

[intro: ralfy the plug]
hm, sh-t like that
(forenax, f-ck it up)
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
all these people lookin’ at my wrist when i’m walkin’ through
all the b-tches tryna strong arm d-ck when i’m walkin’ through
i’m not no boyfriend pimp, better know who you talkin’ to
b-tch p-ssy over there smellin’ like fish when she walkin’ through
security who? b-tch, we pullin’ up with sticks when we walkin’ through
the stinc team got the street walk through the city comfortable
please don’t goin’ to get to thinkin’ you untouchable
got it off the mussle, you don’t believe me? the proof’s on google

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
all the b-tchеs lookin’ at my wrist when i’m walkin’ through
better not fix your lips to talk sh-t, bеtter know who you talkin’ to
she tryna strong arm, good perky d-ck when i’m walkin’ through
“who’s that in the sp-ceship with you, ralfy?” me and my loot
the plug on evil goblin demon type mood
you n-ggas don’t know nothin’ ’bout the first thing of survival
pastor ralfy preachin’, it’s like quotes from the bible
these b-tches actin’ like smokers, why y’all feel so entitled?
i’m a meance in the booth, i’m psycho michael
don’t hate when you see me shinin’, just enjoy the light show
i can walk through plenty of hoods with all my ice on
she said, “ralfy, i wanna slime you up”, i showed her a python
any day, the plug finna blow, i’m a time bomb
the only thing i’m interested in is gold and diamonds
how you hatin’ on me ’cause i’m dope at rhymin’?
it’s like i just say the perfect sh-t at the perfect timin’
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
all these people lookin’ at my wrist when i’m walkin’ through
all the b-tches tryna strong arm d-ck when i’m walkin’ through
i’m not no boyfriend pimp, better know who you talkin’ to
b-tch p-ssy over there smellin’ like fish when she walkin’ through
security who? b-tch, we pullin’ up with sticks when we walkin’ through
the stinc team got the street walk through the city comfortable
please don’t goin’ to get to thinkin’ you untouchable
got it off the mussle, you don’t believe me? the proof’s on google

[verse 2: duffy]
move, lil’ boy, ain’t that gang and them walkin’ through?
i told the broke b-tch she gotta go, that sh-t not cute
diamonds do the whole bling baow when i’m walkin’ through
these n-ggas holdin’ d-ck, how you know me and i don’t know you?
slidin’ with some sticks, i’m with kev, finna crash the coupe
everything i got, i earned it, b-tch, have you paid your dues?
we ain’t finna argue on the ‘gram, just make your move
we know the truth, the truth hurts, you can’t change the truth

[verse 3: chiefin’ heavily]
might have a shootout with your gang as i’m walkin’ through
but don’t even worry, i got switch when i’m walkin’ through
chiefin’ heavy metal, blowin’ gas as i’m walkin’ through
seen an opp in the club, made him call his crew
baguetties in the bezel, diamonds dance and they jerkin’ too
see chiefin’ walkin’ in the booth, know i got my juice
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
all these people lookin’ at my wrist when i’m walkin’ through
all the b-tches tryna strong arm d-ck when i’m walkin’ through
i’m not no boyfriend pimp, better know who you talkin’ to
b-tch p-ssy over there smellin’ like fish when she walkin’ through
security who? b-tch, we pullin’ up with sticks when we walkin’ through
the stinc team got the street walk through the city comfortable
please don’t goin’ to get to thinkin’ you untouchable
got it off the mussle, you don’t believe me? the proof’s on google

[verse 4: blue pesos]
they all starin’ at our necks when we walkin’ through
stinc patterns, ruth chris when a body drop
we like fullies with shaneyney, we don’t like no stocks
glitter b-lls and vvs when we walkin’ through
plenty fish in the sea, the sad facts, he just chose up
all these old heads hatin’ on the stincs a gang of joe buddens
[?] mopper with a thumper, poured up with these grammys hangin’
walkin’ through, p, we can’t kick it? no, i’m too famous
n-ggas hate f-ckin’ with the stincs, they don’t get no paper
quit beggin’ to come slime me up, b-tch, i’ma cum later
we got the rappers and producers, stinc team a true dream label
otm walkin’ in with ralfy, yeah, [?]

- ralfy the plug otm

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