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meda dxn - the plug lyrics

roll up a quarter ounce this sh+t ain’t no gram
to the feens i sell the juana leaf makin’ money
he must not know who the f+ck i am and why he wanna beef
he ain’t gotta gun but know that i keep my tec on me
fore i smoked on keef now i’m smokin’ on at sonny dee
there he be walking down 03 can’t belive what i see
young n+gga he got no hoes cuz they all on me
young n+gga he can’t throw those he ain’t from the e

i got myles turner in the tec that’s 33 shots to your neck
i ain’t even gon look back cuz i kno that n+gga he dead
went to the news bae i jus wanna chеck
know i’ve been chasing that check
that check and your nеck
diss me and you will be next
slitting your throat a bl++dy mess
(leave a bl++dy mess)
got ten k in the bank
spent three k on a shank
climb up the ranks
hitting that broad day
i don’t know what to say
n+gga got hit in his face
i might catch a case
i might do the race
n+gga go call me tay k
i might do a hunnid days
i pray my lawyer can save my ass

- meda dxn lyrics

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