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letra de plug (feat. dusty mcfly) - waldo

(everything’s a go)

[verse 1]
well connected, and well respected
where i’m from boy we’re young and restless
i can’t sleep when i’m done, lil mama cooking breakfast
when i walk to the front they say they starving artist, but i eat when i want
i got them drugs on me, but i’m not the plug homie
if they with me it’s cause they down to catch a slug for me
what don’t k!ll you make you stronger, true story, used to hit the licks, in arizona reminiscing smoking with my n-gg-s
they was crip, they wasn’t banging but i wasn’t tripping
board p-ss yeah, these n-gg-s think they next up
but they last too, tagging all these rap n-gg-s
body bags, i ain’t changed but a lot has changed
i know you mad you acting strange
but i can’t complain, you can’t say the same
i ain’t [?], but i’m on my rap sh-t, day to day
ago clean up nice n-gg-, the taylor gang
same sh-t, different pipes n-gg-
carry on, you feel that land n-gg-
now write a song, and live a short life
gary coleman, why you trolling get a life n-gg-
n-body owe you, yo who know you bout that life n-gg-
i’m using my vocals to make me a mogul
you not my type b-tches

[hook]
i’m that n-gg- with the chick that you don’t see at the bar
i’m that n-gg- these lil workers trying to be at the bar
i’m the n-gg-, i’m the n-gg-, i’m the n-gg-, hoe
i’m the pleasy, i’m the pleasy, i’m the pleasy, hoe
i’m that n-gg- with the chick that you don’t see at the bar
i’m that n-gg- these lil workers trying to be at the bar
i’m the pleasy, i’m the pleasy, i’m the pleasy, hoe
i’m the pleasy, i’m the pleasy, i’m the pleasy, hoe

(everything’s a go)

[verse 2]
look
used to be lil dusty on the court with the jumper
now i’m big fleas, get cheese by the lump son
ridin’ in the foreign by my motherf-cking long some
i don’t f-ck with n-body, everybody want some
i don’t know these n-gg-s or these broke hoes nothing
where ya -ss was at when i was on the block strugglin’
where ya -ss was at when i was on top of the oven
tryna bubble off a circle, i ain’t f-cking with these urkels
n-gg- don’t urt me, you heard me?
i need my cheese urgently, don’t take it personally, (chill out)
might just pull up with your b-tch cause that’s my goon
she think the leather burgundy but it’s really maroon
i just say i see you soon, hey
(you know)
and just dip off, in that [?], top just slip off
i talk that slick talk, that big talk, that real sh-t, let’s get wrist talk
then hit a lick and get lost, you boys know how the streets talk

- waldo

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