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ralfy the plug, itsmanman & chiefin heavily – hot pockets lyrics

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[intro: itsmanman]
yeah, n+gga, let your b+tch come out the crib, she tryna suck some d+ck
(ayy, turk, turn that sh+t up)

[chorus: itsmanman]
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, hе got hot pockets

[verse 1: chiefin heavily]
chefin in the booth with thе b+tch ’cause i know hot pockets
two twenty on the dash, i got a hot rocket
n+ggas always mad i f+cked they b+tch, you was not poppin’
caught an opp lackin’, noodles spilt, call it top ramen
wocky in the eight glass, ralfy told me, “don’t drop it”
’cause that four he got from dub, it was not locked
hit a n+gga with the stiffer, then he hear his heart stoppin’
n+gga reach for my chain, then it’s sh+lls droppin’
n+gga reach for my chain, put him on his pockets
i don’t do withdrawls, i do all deposits
this a four+door coupe, this is not a mazi
i’m in the foreign doin’ the dash like i’m ricky bobby
[chorus: itsmanman]
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets

[verse 2: itsmanman]
gang and them swervin’, my n+gga chiefin got the amg
and he walked in with the biscuits like kfc
two+three to his back, dog got wacked, think he draymond green
smack down, put you on your ass like the great khali
she just tryna suck some d+ck, you tryna gatekeep her
i just hit+quit the hoes, heard you a cake eater
big chop with the drums on it, i’m ’bout to tay keith him
turn his ass to tofu, you think we fake beefin’
she ain’t bring enough back, b+tch, i need more
you heard what happened, they got a can of life for deebo
i’m big dog, we step out, lil’ fish, you n+ggas nemo
four+five, for the lil’ squares, his ass got pizza rolled

[chorus: itsmanman]
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets
[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
your b+tch wanna go with me, stop all that c+ck blockin’
who want them skittles? i got blues like i’m john stockton
free kels, man, he the real opp goblin
we know the truth, gettin’ money is not a problem
really out here ballin’, my highlights on espn
i give her d+ck, b+tch, we cannot be friends
the truth since the start, but i need all my ends
we the real, b+tch, we do not pretend
if you sleep, i’ma wake your ass up like it’s work in the mornin’
diamonds on my neck standin’ out like ornaments
that head put me to sleep, what a performance, b+tch
she handed me a loaf ’cause she want me to perform again, the plug

[chorus: itsmanman]
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets
she wanna kick it with the stincs, why you c+ck blockin’?
face shots, just left my children on her eyeliner
let her run the streets, you tryna hold her, n+gga, stop tryin’
fire to his jeans, put hoes in ’em, he got hot pockets



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