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maybach music group - the plug lyrics

[verse 1: meek mill]
word to my tommy i don’t let them see the monster in me
load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me
i run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me
put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly
papi said he got them bricks and we gon’ take ’em down
i call omelly bring them shooters, we gon’ lay it down
he said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound
we finna line a n-gg- up and we gon’ take ’em down
“h-llo” (“dimelo?”)
“papi where you at?” (“mi camino”)
he said it’s in and i’m like papi bring the set
he brought his shooter, i’mma ‘prolly bring the mac
i spent my money on a lawyer and it’s time to get it back
i got n-gg-s in the bushes and they lurking
young n-gg-s barely legal but they murking
i hit them with the desert eagle and it’s curtains
i’mma shoot him in his head cause i heard that n-gg- working

[interlude]
“ey [?] man what’s the deal, man? it’s omelly, what’s poppin’?”
“what’s up [?]?”
“ain’t sh-t, chilling. ey look though, i got this thing for us.”
“get the f-ck outta here, what’s the score?”
“80 joints, n-gg-”
“80 jooooints?”
“let me connect, man”
“get the f-ck outta here, papi”
“yeah man, lets bring the ladders, man”
“are you kidding me? say no more man, i’m on my way!”

[verse 2: omelly]
riding four deep, on my way to meek
said he got a lick for us, know this n-gg- sweet
said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me?
so i called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat
let him off the leash now it’s time to fetch
got mcdonald’s money but i’m tryna eat philippe’s
tired of all this drought sh-t, this broke sh-t ain’t me
if this thing go right, it’s gon’ put me on my feet, where i need to be
i ain’t lying meek, this n-gg- move, i’m leaving it
i got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me
black glove, black hoodies, i brought the team with me
black strap, mac-10, brought the machines with me
now we slidin’ down the north, the 23rd inverse
cause papi he got that work
young hitters they with me, they tryna murk
i just tell them “chill we gon’ take him for what he worth”

[interlude]

[verse 3: young breed]
load up the ak and the mothaf-cka mac-11
hundred thangs to a dope boy, f-cking blessing
hit up b–bie told him “meet me on 183rd”
funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst
bang, dead, county n-gg-s ain’t a game
we call them six missed calls we gonna let’em ring
sk’s i gotta grind every month n-gg-
new shooter i ain’t prayed in a month n-gg-
got the double, lit em all, you know i ‘m’ once
told them bring back all the paper in 10 tons
see all the boys selling dope just a day job
we dropping bodies how they really pay the bill boy
so papi how you want it? body bag, ?, keep it clean, let them live, bring back all the dope and cash?
paper right, on sight, thats just how it go
tell them how you want it papi
matalo! (kill it)

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