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plug chippie - sins lyrics

[intro]
yuh
frank, you a fool for this one, man
ayy

[verse 1]
why the f-ck are all these b-tches acting sus?
(i don’t know)
this ain’t fortnite but we pull up on a bus
your girl she a sl-t, she want my nut
best know that b-tch was moanin’ when we f-cked
haters mad cuz i be f-ckin’ blowin’ up
if i catch you lackin’ boy, you got bad luck
i ain’t playing with no beat, it’s getting crushed

[chorus]
b-tches talkin’ on the gang, they be cappin’
they rich, they got napkins, we got mac 11s
there’s no way to heaven
so h-ll’s where we trappin’
and sins we be rackin’
223 impactin’

[verse 2]
counting sins, 1 2 and 3
first one i was off the lean
number 2 i got beam
number 3 i shot a fiend
number 4 was smokin’ devils weed
and the 5th i caught case
i ain’t snitchin’ not today
and my boy he ran the race
but we all still all caught a case
man that sh-t was h-lla g-y
see a bald guy everyday
man, he was not in his lane
cuz i lied straight to his face
but they bullets still be rainin’
and there’s no way i be changin’
p-ssy b-tches they in danger
so i might just have to smoke them like some f-cking rolling paper
ah

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