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letra de not spike lee - ralfy the plug

[intro]
(i get my work from the narco)
(hydro)

[verse]
i get money and talk big sh-t, so they don’t like me
just because i tote movie clips, don’t think i’m spike lee
unless you talkin’ ’bout them blue strips, it don’t excite me
b-tch said she got some good head, so go and enlighten me
i’m a dog, i ain’t sh-t, b-tch, so don’t even try with me
and all that sh-t you thinkin’ ’bout doin’ with me, i ain’t got time today
it’s money on the floor, b-tch, i ain’t got time to play
b-tch ain’t payin’, not bein’ sweet young, i was playin’ hide and go seek
when they talk about goin’ broke, that don’t apply to me
b-tch, i told you i was a dog, so don’t cry to me
most of the n-ggas i f-ck with daily was my crimies
i keep twin .40s, zack and cody, strapped daily with siamese twins
he look scrawny, i’m buffin’ up daily inside the gym
he lookin’ kind of hungry over there, gang and them eatin’ lobster and shrimps
i really don’t think sue young want me knockin’ up again
they like, “why this same n-gga keep poppin’ up again?”
all that tough guy, deebo had to get your lame ass shot in here
used to be the coolest n-gga in the buildin’, but not in here
every time i step in the room, diamonds shine like chandeliers
diamonds tweakin’, i had to save the last dance for ’em
b-tch, you ain’t never seen a n-gga like me, i’m abnormal
i’m sure you heard about that good perky d-ck, i tax for it
i don’t why you keep throwin’ a weak-ass shot at the backboard
a lot of these n-ggas wanna be ball players, they just water boys
this exotic chop you see is not a toy
b-tch, you dealin’ with a grown-ass man, not a boy
you said you ain’t got no money, b-tch, i’m highly annoyed
type of sh-t to get you blocked, the type of sh-t i tried to avoid
[?] bank in the gym, a lot of these n-ggas be tryna avoid
these n-ggas be screamin’ at the top of they lungs and not makin’ noise
they can’t f-ck with me, i’m a jack of all trades
you ain’t gon’ never catch up to the plug at y’all pace
lyin’, ain’t got no whips, n-gga, it’s all fake
y’all need to keep my name out y’all d-ck suckers, y’all g-y
tenth grade, i was still wearin’ givenchy and balmain
maison margielas the kicks to go and skate in
these big old grams on my neck just to bait ’em in
i ain’t worried ’bout n0body thanks to f&n

- ralfy the plug

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