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peeweedaplug - untouchable lyrics

[verse 1: flex]

ayy, ayy

20 thou on my jug
p-ssy pink i’ma eat her like a now and later
saw how she was looking in the club
once she gimme what i want i’ma violate her
pull around to the backside
where i got a lil trunk with the racks wide
b-tch asked how i’m different from her last n-gga
’cause i got a lot of racks b-tch that’s why
i’m gettin’ head on a jet
thumbs hurtin’, countin’ bread on a jet
plugga said he want him dead it’s a bet
put some money on his head and collect
pull up, swerve
this lil ho gettin’ on my muhf-ckin’ nerve
all on my line talkin’ bout buy me some furs
b-tch this ain’t that wait yo muhf-ckin’ turn
it’s easy to hate me i’m puttin’ pressure on a rapper
they still ain’t eatin’ i’m puttin’ extra on the platter
you can be the best [?]
i can throw a hundred i don’t stress about it after
you work 9 to 5, my b-tch a dime
how can i wife her she don’t come with [?]
plannin’ this paper i’m out with the guys
n-ggas be p-ssy i’m never surprised
‘vette all black look like the end of the movie
it’s 4 a.m. we in the pent gettin’ groovy
back of the benz i’m ridin’ round with the tooly
i had to nut on that b-tch face cause she was boujee

verse 2 (peeweedaplug)

ridin’ round south beach in a i8
so many cars, driveway look like a highway
i told her treat me like i’m usher ’cause it’s my way
my b-tch 5’1″ lose n-gga 5’8″
no whip but i’m ’bout to let her ride face
super skinny i’ma f-ck her give her wide waist
i remember f-ckin’ b-tches off of mysp-ce
now my wrist super lit like a fireplace
we been on the road doin’ shows
pull a b-tch up out the crowd take her home
i’m a dog so you know i wanna bone
the fame got em yellin’ plug when they moan
sittin’ on the throne i’m a crown type
i don’t yell free cs it don’t sound right
i told her bring me back chipotle with no brown rice
but she did it anyway she a clown type
i got b-tches to choose
can’t post no pictures got b-tches to lose
wake up, read scriptures, then look at the views
my life a movie, can’t get no reviews
i was puttin’ liquor on my liver
i’m that n-gga and i’m richer, f-ck your mama or your sister
i just want a [?] sound sweeter than a swisher
now she wanna take a picture i was yellin’ richvi$ion
back when flex was in the kitchen water whippin’ with the dishes
now the bentleys that we whippin’ in them windows probably tinted
but the kids chase it down cause they wanna see winnin’
n-ggas told me keep goin’ but a n-gga finally finished

richvi$ion

- peeweedaplug lyrics

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