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letra de dashiki - ralfy the plug

[intro]
(1st done geeked it up)

[verse 1]
not guilty, that was the final verdict
when i was in there fightin’ the hill, b-tches was not concerned
all my glocks got beams and d-cks, i’m kinda perverted
play with the team and get smoked the only way they gon’ learn
you got some money for the plug, you can get some d-ck, b-tch, wait your turn
n-gga wanna walk in my shoes, that’s gon’ be h-ll of a journey
i was sellin’ drugs on sesame street, you n-ggas ernie
i’ll torch a n-gga with this fin, put n-ggas in urns
i’m the dopest in the booth, b-tch, that’s for certain
i can get lethal in the booth when i use nouns and verbs
n-ggas tryna beef with the stincs, you n-ggas got y’all nerve
diamonds doin’ the dance i like, doin’ the wildest twerkin’
give a n-gga a face lift, pull up, hop out, and get surgical
fans said they need that plug pack, jump in the crowd and serve you
if i told you i had d-ck in your b-tch mouth, that’d hurt you
pull up and collect a ten band trap, that’s what words’ll do
i was thuggin’ in the trenches, man, you n-ggas had a curfew
ratchet b-tch on my hip named dashiki, she’ll burn you
i would toe tag and gift wrap you if you make me do it
i’m a real street n-gga, no, i don’t hang with judas
why i have my d-ck on your b-tch mouth? ’cause she paid me to do it
blow a n-gga brains to smithereens, that’s what gang gon’ do
i done walked the three, i’m with gorillas, i done paid my dues
oh, you had your name in your squad, want the same-ass blues
keep it stiched lip, don’t say nothin’, you’ll live long
gave her perky d-ck, left the b-tch in a sick coma
i’m smokin’ plug pack, that boof you got got a different odor
i’m known for pourin’ lines of wockhardt in expensive sodas, the plug
[verse 2]
stinc team the only n-ggas i know be the rico
in the club with the thugs, n-ggas tuckin’ chains like we deebo
i’ll take it all from a b-tch, i’m a freeloader
she gon’ put it all in her mouth, she’s a meat holder (1st done geeked it up)
d-gg-n’ this b-tch like she an opp, puttin’ feet on her
you can get some d-ck in a minute, can you stay on your knees longer?
b-tch, your time almost up, but i can’t see from these boulders
the stinc team all about our dough like we homer
gang and them a bunch of big dogs, we dobermans
plug be sh-t talkin’, need a bottle of listerene
i can get a broke n-gga removed like mr. clean
n-gga can’t be hatin’ on the plug sippin’ green
don’t move, give it up, n-ggas stripped, this not a dream
boy, that ain’t no opp pack, n-gga, that ain’t no chiefin’
hey, b-tch, i can give you some flavor, i got some seasonin’
your baby daddy ain’t never got no money off a meet and greet
n-ggas actin’ tough on the ‘net, they don’t be in the streets
this is chess, not checkers, i be movin’ strategically
“ralfy, you too d-mn old to be beatin’ on beats”
gettin’ money, you don’t even know how much i seen a week
plug be droppin’ slappers, you really be feedin’ the streets
this you f-ckin’ with a real l7, your n-gga’s a geek, the plug

- ralfy the plug

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