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joseph mcfashion - real plug 2 lyrics

[verse]
who’d ever know these n+ggas switched up so quickly? yeah
n+ggas d+ck suck like b+tches, they missed us, we hit them
i know you love her, don’t kiss her
i know you thuggin’, keep that pistol
they talkin’, we don’t listen
sh+t, i just count ’em by the buck fifty
another cloth, b+tch, we cut
tryna beef without enough pistols
you buy a brick, you get some cut with it
is you blank? i can’t f+ck with his friends, i’m like f+ck n+ggas
f+ck a b+tch, i got trust issues
these vvss, my sh+t bust different
all hustle, no luck, n+gga, once you buy it then you stuck with it
you want some smoke? then it’s up, n+gga
if you ain’t really ’bout that life, don’t act tough, n+gga
a hundred rounds on that chopper ain’t enough n+ggas
the chain from gary but the watch came from hutch, n+gga
i might go and get a patek just to crush n+ggas
and i’m f+ckin’ n+ggas’ hoes so i don’t trust b+tches
make sure you in and out that bank like the club, n+gga
f+ck the luggage, b+tch, we really brought a dub with us
put that pape’ in the air, i don’t touch n+ggas
f+ck real love, b+tch, it’s real plug
it’s a real hun
my mans got hit with that k, he ain’t fear nothin’
five hundred racks and still runnin’
five hundred racks just on pill huntin’
this that real money
my mans locked, he got mail money
i’ll blow a n+gga, i got bail money
n+gga, you ain’t never sell nothin’
put it in drive, i heard 12 comin’
b+tch, shut up, you got my scale jumpin’
f+ck halloween, b+tch, we sell pumpkins
b+tch, i trail money
or i’m waitin’ at the door ’cause a bale comin’
probably waitin’ on your ho to get her nails done
pick her up and get the head, i won’t tell nothin’
call that pressure benefits, b+tch, i been legit
three hundred racks for a brick, take a ten of this
told my n+gga i’m the sh+t, he said you’ve been the sh+t
ain’t tryna talk ’bout no pape’, this sh+t is
look what you tryna match, bro, i told him bins
i just made a hundred thousand right off attention
i could show you how to run it up, pay attention
i’m just tryna run up a m before the year ends
tryna take these g74s down to memphis
searchin’ for a plug, where them n+ggas in the kitchen?
searching with a dub, k!ll a n+gga and the witness
that 36 device president, richard nixon
pop another perc’, drivin’ slurred, b+tch, you trippin’
i f+cked her, i ain’t even say a word, b+tch, i’m gifted
ain’t tryna go to dinner, want some pape’? that’s a difference
i’m doin’ what i want, ridin’ coupes in the winter
you tryna send your shot but you missed it
that’s gon’ get your p+ssy ass in the blender
easy money, n+gga (check the score)

- joseph mcfashion lyrics

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