letra de uncle corolla - ralfy the plug
[intro]
(thank you fizzle)
[chorus]
i knew that n-gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n-gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
[verse]
i’m on my third foreign, you still in your uncle corolla
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, you know i spill mud in my soda
every time you see the plug, you know the gun on his holster
all my n-ggas gettin’ money, b-tch, ain’t none of them broke n-ggas
i f-cked a bad b-tch that got a loaf, i’m a gold digger
they f-ckin’ with the plug ’cause they know i’m for sure a winner
i’m gettin’ real money, and that n-gga’s a ass sniffer
we the winnin’ team, the streets know who bag bigger
extended shots on the glock ’cause i stay in the trenches
fake tough n-ggas tryna plot, but they hang with snitches
even ray charles can see these n-ggas a gang of b-tches
p-ssy n-ggas soft as f-ck, they a gang of kitties, the plug
[chorus]
i knew that n-gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n-gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
[chorus]
i knew that n-gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
i knew that n-gga was a cop from his combover
mom’s like, “god got you, why you bring that gun over?”
three-hundred in a pop, b-tch, no, you can’t have none of my soda
i’m in a foreign, and you still in your uncle corolla
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