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ghetto smosh - legend of the plug lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m the f+ckin plug, mane
selling weed, i changed the game
oh, you thought you got it cheaper?
thats a f+cking sh+t strain!
pushed the loud my whole d+mn life
i saved the hood from them white eyes
i’ll even do it stoned, dealing hemp, destroying spice
puff, puff, pass?, i’m boutta chief this gas!
try k!ll my high new n+gga, i can beat yo ass
steal from the rich, and i’ll f+ckin keep it like i should
i ain’t gonna share. call that sh+t robin hood!
[hook]
p to the l to the u to the g
selling loud on the streets since that boy was fourteen
the cops try to stop him but he’s loyal to his people
so hе keeps slingin loud, even though that sh+t’s illegal

[verse 2]
i’ll brеak all your bongs and i best not catch you snitchin’
i got lungs of steel, b+tch! so you better listen!
i smoked for so long that my tolerance is maxed out
i got way too many blunts and all my bowls are packed loud
i’ll take a snap now, and pack loud, cause the world needs me to wrap now
i got the right strain, smoke it loud, i can’t see you thru my weed cloud
just give me some blunts to pull
and let me toke till my lungs are full
so i can supply the hood with loud
until they stash is plentiful

[hook]
p to the l to the u to the g
selling loud on the streets since that boy was fourteen
the cops try to stop him but he’s loyal to his people
so he keeps slingin loud, even though that sh+t’s illegal

[verse 3]
(ghetto gamer)
is that hood stock broker, selling his loud thats mediocre?
your loud filled with stems, smoke a pound and still be sober
you look like blake griffin, get stewie in this b+tch
you running around selling, but i know that you a snitch!
(plug)
oh snap, its ghetto gamer who’s weed came from the wild
dried out wrap, loosely packed, was this rolled by a child?
you’re quality’s stupid cheap, your headset f+cking reeks
don’t you think 20 for a grams a little bit steep?

(ghetto gamer)
you think people dumb enough to get laced up so often?
they come to my house, on my couch, and beg to be coughing
they’re tired of your little nugs and your bowls with ricks face
when people buy my strains they don’t care if it’s laced!

(plug)
man, your loud is rancid, just like your sh+tty rap
your b+tch don’t got the heart to tell you that your sh+t is wack
unlike 2k you got no game and no more left to toke
today will be known as the day you got out smoked!

- ghetto smosh lyrics

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