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letra de who car we using - ralfy the plug

[intro]
(smoov, what’s good, baby?)

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
the stinc team be really gettin’ money, this is not a losin’
b-tch, i like head and bread so it’s no confusion
i know you gave her money for some p-ssy ’cause she gave it to mе
chains sw-ngin’, hoppin’ out of sp-ceships nothin’ major to me
make surе to keep the camera on, it’s gon’ be a major movie
nah, i don’t want no p-ssy from you, b-tch, you can save them cooties
late night with a can of ruger got me feelin’ like freddy kreuger
it’s a street n-gga in the jungle, tryna find me a famous cougar
n-ggas lyin’, talkin’ ’bout they knock my t–th out, that’s a famous rule
all the homies had a session with your b-tch, she’s a famous tutor
i’m probably cool to listen to all my songs ’cause there ain’t no bloopers
how the plug get some money from your b-tch and she ain’t no chooser?
put a hole in a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah
diamonds breakdancin’, mr. whiskers and my buddah
this ain’t for shakin’ ass, this is for you to get your moolah
i ain’t goin’ back and forth for no opp, who car we usin’? the plug
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah

[verse 2: drakeo the ruler]
any n-gga go against the team gon’ be target practice
i hit him with the erk and jerk, he’s a party [?]
[?] his brains, that’ll boost your lil’ name so i charged the shooter
maniac, don’t got it all, i’m partially stupid
these drums and bass that i bought made the party scramble
banana clips in my fist, thought he saw chimpanzees
it get hot in h-ll’s kitchen, she call up ramsay
wonton chopsticks like it’s kung fu panda
if we hoopin’, i’ll be shootin’ all month like it’s march madness
it was a joke when he died but i’m not laughin’
he had a stick, i had a drum, guess i shot faster
left cancer holes in his throat, they like “stop lastin'”
the car dragged him, it’s tragic, it’s cop sirens
he always keep a street sweep, why is mops by him?
these n-ggas police, lil’ jabronies
he smelled what the rock cookin’, i’m a stoney, n-gga
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah

[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
they like, “ralfy be smokin’ gas, no, that n-gga pooted”
what you thought, the plug was goin’ broke? you must be stupid
how you ever expect to get a win? your gang is losers
they like, “the plug flow hot, he make arson music”
this the type of sh-t you cut in the car when the gang is troopin’
everybody know the plug was up gettin’ money before the roosters
you don’t want me, b-tch, i’m for the birds and that p-ssy c-ckadoo
if it’s beef then gang and them bringin’ sh-lls like taco tuesday
bum b-tch, better not play with me, i’m not in the mood today
i’m only open up to gettin’ money, ain’t no room for changin’
i got mob ties, get you whacked, i’m a funeral arranger
money and drugs the only thing make your b-tch get in the coupe with a stranger
she don’t want no pipsqueak, she like hangin’ ’round dangerous n-ggas
i was a billy badass, i was the type of n-gga late to detention
you was thuggin’ in the suburbs, them ain’t the trenches
he got his money tooken, heartbroke, puttin’ his faith in them b-tches
[chorus: ralfy the plug]
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah
i make sh-t for n-ggas gettin’ money, this ain’t no party music
gang and them trilled to go slidin’, who car we usin’?
everything the plug drop is hot, i make arson music
i’ll put a beam on a n-gga head, give him the mark of buddah

- ralfy the plug

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