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letra de doughboy knots - ralfy the plug & roadrun cmoe

[intro: ralfy the plug]
([?], i’ma rip somethin’)
gang and them, no lames with them
hm

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
they can’t f-ck with me, neck alone one fifty
hundiddy in the chop, you don’t wanna rump with me
you ain’t suckin’ d-ck, we don’t want your company
he spent his birthday at maestros, that was just lunch for me
he couldn’t get nowhere in his foreign vehicle ’cause he stuck on e
back to back foreign whip crashin’, must be the lean
how you get them doughboy knots? must be the fiends
exotic stincy buds, the mustiest weed
she like, “ralfy, i got some money”, that’s my cup of tea
manipulatin’ bad b-tches is nothin’ to mе
why you always sayin’ you the truth? i got a couple reasons
my wrist brokе, my neck hurtin’, i’ll go dumb at neimans

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
they can’t see you in the club ’cause your ice ain’t lookin’ right
you wanna see a disco ball, then hit the lights
what you know ’bout beatin’ indictments? i did it twice
big .40 bulgin’ on my hip, i ain’t finna fight

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
two twenty on the dash, how your bum ass gon’ keep up?
back massages in mini mansions, how you gon’ reach us?
they like, “ralfy, you need to chill, why you always on defense?”
’cause when i jumped off the porch, i was with sharks in the deep end
you ain’t never been through the back door of mei ling house, but we did
we ain’t worryin’ ’bout these broke n-ggas hatin’ ’cause we winnin’
i don’t care if she ugly or cute, we sent ’em
i broke her off some fly sh-t i said, he beat b-tches
we probably all got chains and whips, but we different
she like, “ralfy, i wanna give you my money, you speak different”
snotty nosed bey bey kid runnin’ from chief wiggims
he a nerd type to spend his money on weak b-tches
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
they can’t see you in the club ’cause your ice ain’t lookin’ right
you wanna see a disco ball, then hit the lights
what you know ’bout beatin’ indictments? i did it twice
big .40 bulgin’ on my hip, i ain’t finna fight

[verse 3: roadrun cmoe]
n-gga, what i look like fightin’?
forty-ones in pateks, i remember days rockin’ breitlings
road runnin’ for these diamonds, i’m just tryna dodge indictment
got them stones in my ear bitin’ hard like i’m tyson
she tryna f-ck, it sound enticin’
i’ll never sign this d-ck for free, she gotta be a vikin’
i don’t never like replyin’ when the n-gga ask the prices
she wanna fly to la, but she know she gotta work
these n-ggas trickin’, plus she bougie, so i know it ain’t gon’ work
she only wanna f-ck when she know i’m on them percs
but i only move for money, she don’t even know my worth
[?] hit it, make me hurt
three hundred racks gone, a fifth of that was cases of that syrup
sippin’ mud, i’m from the dirt (dirt)
i could take you to wakana
come and watch me mow three hundred with a lawnmower
countin’ faces, dodgin’ drama
roadrunnin’, racin’ to these commas
try to take a chain and here come trauma
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
they can’t see you in the club ’cause your ice ain’t lookin’ right
you wanna see a disco ball, then hit the lights
what you know ’bout beatin’ indictments? i did it twice
big .40 bulgin’ on my hip, i ain’t finna fight
they can’t see you in the club ’cause your ice ain’t lookin’ right
you wanna see a disco ball, then hit the lights
what you know ’bout beatin’ indictments? i did it twice
big .40 bulgin’ on my hip, i ain’t finna fight

- ralfy the plug roadrun cmoe

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