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letra de couldn't be me - ralfy the plug

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[chorus]
n-ggas out here waitin’ on handouts, it couldn’t be me
he’ll do anything for some clout, it couldn’t be me
he let his b-tch run his house, it couldn’t be me
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef
n-ggas out here waitin’ on handouts, it couldn’t be me
he’ll do anything for some clout, it couldn’t be me
he let his b-tch run his house, it couldn’t be me
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef

[verse]
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef
i’m sure you heard about chef ralfy, he be cookin’ up cleasty
i was makin’ dime b-tchеs hit they knees for me
she a hеadache to you, but she’ll do anything to please the king
n-gga couldn’t cook up in the booth ’cause he ain’t got no seasonin’
i was tryna take all her money, you was tryna see her cleavage
n-ggas sittin’ at home broke, it couldn’t be me
b-tch sellin’ p-ssy but not for you, it couldn’t be me
all my dogs wild and dangerous, they couldn’t be leashed
you was out here tellin’ on gang and them, it couldn’t be me
you was out here worried ’bout the stinc team, you should’ve been feastin’
i gave her b-tch long perky d-ck, she think i’m jesus

[chorus]
n-ggas out here waitin’ on handouts, it couldn’t be me
he’ll do anything for some clout, it couldn’t be me
he let his b-tch run his house, it couldn’t be me
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef
n-ggas out here waitin’ on handouts, it couldn’t be me
he’ll do anything for some clout, it couldn’t be me
he let his b-tch run his house, it couldn’t be me
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef
[verse 2]
you could’ve got some money out the b-tch, you was too busy beatin’ her
she tired of payin’ fake b-tch, you too busy leechin’ on her
i don’t want no rap n-ggas on my song, i don’t need your verse
b-tch gave me money for perky meat so i can please her
i don’t know why you cuffed that rap b-tch, she’s an eater
i just poured a four of wockhardt in a two liter
n-ggas out here sippin’ green and yellow, it couldn’t be me
he spent his last dub on a foreign, he could’ve been leasin’
gang and them always on that type of time, it’s a group of demons
n-ggas always watchin’ the plug worried ’bout how much blues i’m receivin’
she gave me all her money ’cause she think i’m cool as jesus
i was gettin’ money, i only went to school for recess

[chorus]
n-ggas out here waitin’ on handouts, it couldn’t be me
he’ll do anything for some clout, it couldn’t be me
he let his b-tch run his house, it couldn’t be me
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef
n-ggas out here waitin’ on handouts, it couldn’t be me
he’ll do anything for some clout, it couldn’t be me
he let his b-tch run his house, it couldn’t be me
the opps was puttin’ ham on burgers, it couldn’t be beef

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