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boonysugar - plug lyrics

[call track]
wiseguybruno

[verse 1]
don’t forget to holla back
even when you sit that ack
in the bridge, just like nas
in the gr-ss i got my mac
nighttime, i’m a demon (ya)
dressed in all black
say you always stuntin’
but you always lookin’ wack
say you rock designer
but you still wearin’ h+m
you might’a had some thots
but you know that i’m takin’ ’em
had a lot o’ friends
’til i realized i was fakin’ ’em
send a lotta hearts
but in the end, i be breakin’ ’em
ysl jeans
i got the flex, like a rockstar
i’ma keep on hustlin’ ’til i make it to the top bar
p-ssies gettin’ scared
every time they see a cop car
never goin’ home
’cause i see where all the ops are
undercover neighborhood mastermind
i got a lot o’ b-tts
won’t drop your -ss a dime
i saw this one girl
lookin’ extra fine (yeah)
what i gotta do to make her -ss be mine (yeah)
so wavy
i make these b-tches seasick
all the fake b-tches in my life
it’s makin’ me sick
feel game flower
leavin’ us with a free kick
only started rappin’
’cause i know that i won’t be sh-t
hulk hogan
i leave that gun smokin’
flower pots is broken
and my eyes ain’t even open (ya)
outspoken
you know what’s on my mind
if you ain’t peeped the truth yet
you’re really f-ckin’ blind
went from broke boy
to glock in a benz, now
all these p-ssy losers
always hoppin’ on trends now
ever since i started rappin’
boony got friends now
wasn’t really happy
but i gotta pretend now
yes i got cash
boony be stackin’ the cash
and i got raf
boony be flexin’ the raf
b-tch, i’m your dad
show me the (???) or get (???)
i got a bag on me
and i be thinkin’ like socrates
got all these rocks on me
(???) said he flockin,’ b
still got a block in me
b-tch, so don’t even talk to me
haters be mockin’ me
b-tches be blockin’ me
people are stoppin’ me
boy, i be coppin’ these
clothes and the hoes
and (???)
everybody knows
that i love f-ckin’ hoes
haters so hot, i’ma break your nose
dumb-ss rappers try’na take my flows
it’s kind of disgusting
so please just stop fussing
well, i keep on bustin’
a rhyme i be thrustin’
it’s fine (ya)
nothin’s on my mind
bust that sh-t a while back
and i’m try’na find it
but i just stay grindin’
with imperfect timin’
your b-tches be slimin’
i’m ’bout to stop tryin’
and leave my fan cryin’
all ’cause o’ this rhymin’
i had to start lyin’
’bout buyin’ and sellin’
i’ll eat up your melons
like i was just tellin’
but you won’t stop yellin’
so peace, i’m a legend

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